Sarah
"What's going on, Sarah?" Vincent asks.
"Vincent," I start, my voice quivering like a violin string plucked too hard. Damn it, Sarah, pull it together. This is your power play, not his.
I shove the nervous energy aside, plant my feet firmly on the ground, and lock eyes with him. His gaze is all sharp edges and suspicion, but I've got a bombshell that'll crack that cool exterior.
"Look, I'm just going to say it," I declare, my heart punching against my ribs. Taking the leap, I force the words out before fear can clamp them back down my throat. "I'm pregnant."
I let the sentence hang between us, watching as Vincent's meticulously crafted composure strains at the seams. My lips tug into a half-smile, a mix of triumph and challenge. Yeah, you didn't see that coming, did you?
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