I stepped back like his words had slapped me. I was still wondering how he had gotten wind of my pregnancy, but I did not care. What I cared for was for him to know that nothing, absolutely nothing, tied me to him. I was carrying nothing for him.

“You are the biggest moron in the world if you think this baby is yours. Fate could not have allowed me to carry your seed, you rotten rascal!” I hissed coldly, looking right through his eyes.

His face dropped, but he refused to back down. “You ...