I was carrying Chi You’s child, but I didn’t dare tell him.
Mainly because that wild, reckless night had been entirely my doing.
Cornered with nowhere else to turn, I packed up my growing belly and ran. But just as I was out buying formula, he caught up to me.
His jaw tightened, a cold, sharp smile breaking across his face. “Ditching the dad to keep the kid? Using me for sperm and running off? Pretty smooth move, sweetheart.”
I stayed silent. My silence only stoked his anger. “Where is my kid?”
Right then, a little boy popped his head out from behind me, looking up with wide, innocent eyes. “Who are you, mister? Mommy said my daddy died a long time ago. She said the grass on his grave is this tall.”