Lance withdrew his gaze from her face, letting it drop to her abdomen instead. Invading her personal space, he breathed down her neck with slimy suggestiveness: "Really pregnant? You look thinner than before—missing me so bad it made you lose weight?"
Clara flinched back instinctively. The man she'd once adored, the one she'd imagined spending her life with, now filled her with nothing but revulsion.
But she refused to let her anger show—no way would she give him the satisfaction. Instead, she flashed him a saccharine smile.
"Since when do you care? Or is it just your bruised ego talking—watching me with a man who leaves you in the dust? Scared I might actually be carrying his child?"
Her words hit him like a gut punch. The truth was, Lance couldn't stand the thought of her marrying in
