RHEA'S POV
The words hang in the air between us, so heavy it seems to suck all the oxygen from the room. "I am pregnant," I repeat slowly.
Miles stands frozen. I watch as the shock on his face morphs, hardening into something cold and ugly. The concern that was there moments ago vanishes, replaced by a familiar, cutting contempt. Then, he lets out a short, sharp laugh, devoid of any humor. "Of course, you are," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I am sure you are satisfied, standing there, and according to you, pregnant with what I presume you are going to claim is my child."
His words hit me with the force of a physical slap. I actually recoil, stumbling back a step. "What I am going to claim?" My voice trembles with a mixture of disbelief and white-hot anger. "Miles, you are t
