Lori's POV:
Jasmine stared at me as if I had grown another head.
“Come again? What did you just say?” she asked. “I can smell your period from here…isn’t that the first sign that you’re not pregnant? And let’s just say you are…did you really let that narcissistic bastard knock you up? Or is there another man in the picture that I don’t know about?”
Her rapid-fire questions made it clear. She was scared for me.
I gave her a small smile.
“I just need to confirm,” I said softly. “Jonas cannot know. This is the only way I could come to check without him flying into a rage and beating the child out of me.”
Jasmine exhaled deeply, rubbing her temples.
“Alright,” she finally said. “Thankfully, we’re in the right room for that. There’s a bathroom through there. Pee into this.” She handed me
