ARTEMISIA
“Pregnant?!” That was what I could stutter as I gazed at Emma in disbelief.
Also, I didn't think I heard everything she said right. How could she be pregnant?
I had nothing against it; I had never imagined she was that careless.
I heard Sin's name, followed by a cackle from her.
My brow tilted, and I folded my hands in front of me. “Who is the father? And do you think you are free to do whatever you want…”
“Oh, please,” Emma cut me off with a wave of her hand. “I don't think you heard me right. Perhaps the initiation ceremony made you dumber. I said that your husband is the father of my unborn child!”
My world crumbled faster than it should have. I was glad my hand still held the swivel chair because I was certain I would have collapsed from the shock.
“W-what?” I
