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Chapter 36

RITA

The pregnancy test is still in my hand.

I look around hectically. I need to get rid of it. He can't know about the baby.

I look around, thinking about how I shall get rid of the damn test in my hand. Then, my gaze stops at the toilet.

Walking to the toilet, I want to flush it down. But then, I stop in my tracks. I can't flush it down.

What shall say him when he asks me where the test is? That I lost the it in five minutes in the bathroom? No, it doesn't sound credible. Not at all. I need to think of another way to hide the truth.

I look at the test. I need to forge the result. The transparency of it has to be gone.

I look around the bathroom again. And this time, my gaze lands on her make up collection. There must be something in it to help me to falsify the truth.

Standing in front of the counter, I look through her stuff. And I find nail polish — my lifesaver.

Taking the nail polish I spill it on the area with two lines. Then, I wipe the area with facial tissues which blurs out the lines. Now, the result looks unclear.

After I wash my hands, I unlock the door as the way he knocks to get my attention shakes the door to the core, and I am scared he will break it open like the one in his bedroom.

"The test is broken, Roman, look it's blurred and confusing, I don't know what it means." I hand him the test.

With a frown, he take the test and looks at it. Then, he walks past me and enters the bathroom.

Taking the instructions from the counter, he reads through the small print of guide. "Two lines mean you are pregnant, and one line that you are not ..."

"And what does blurred lines mean?" I ask smartly — biting my lip. He frowns confused. Looking back and forth between the instructions and the test.

"I don't know what the—" His gaze falls on the nail polish remover that my stupid ass left open.

His eyes narrow as he looks at me. I gulp. "What have you done with this?" he asks me suspiciously.

"I haven't done anything, I haven't touched your bitch's stuff." I gasp — playing offended. Then, turn around before he catches my lie. "It was already open."

I want to leave the bathroom. But he grabs my arm and pulls me back. "Why do I feel like you are lying to me?" he asks me darkly, his eyes observing my features.

Because you've already done enough for me, and I don't want to trouble you more by telling you I am pregnant

"I have no reason to lie to you, Roman. Please let go of my arm, I am sore, tired, hungry and cold." I look down, rubbing my bare arms.

"Go get dressed and come down to the kitchen then." He lets go of my arm. He is lightly pissed off. He knows something is off.

Without wasting a second, I hurry to his bedroom — getting away from him. I don't want him to question me more and find out about the little secret I am hiding within me.

Entering his room, I walk inside his closet and get dressed. Calming myself down, I leave his room and head to the kitchen.

"Can I have something warm to eat? Please?" I ask timidly. He nods and takes two frozen meals out of the fridge before putting them in the oven.

Gulping, I look at him alarmed as I see him pouring two glasses of whiskey. "Here." He offers me a glass and I look at him nervously.

"N-No." I shake my head and curse myself for my stuttering. Walking past him, I take the cutlery out of a drawer to set the table.