"Even if Keon marries you, so what? You think that means you’ve won? His heart belongs to me. Have you ever seen the way he looks at me when he’s really lost in the moment? Face it—you’re just something he uses when he’s bored."
Her red lips moved, her white teeth flashing with every spiteful word. But all I could see was the jealousy distorting her face.
A bitter laugh rose in my throat.
Violated by three men, shattered, left in ruins—and yet, she was the one who’s jealous?
No—what she was really jealous of is my one-in-three chance of carrying Keon’s baby.
The thought made me place a hand on my stomach out of reflexes. I didn’t expect such a small movement to set Kizzie off.
“You think you have something to be proud of? Carrying some bastard when you don’t even know who the father is? Do you even deserve to act smug?!”
Worried Keon might hear, I forced myself to play dumb.
“Kizzie, what are you talking about? I don’t understand. I have no idea why Keon wants me to get a paternity test, but I know for sure this baby is his.”
That set Kizzie's jealousy into a spiraling rage.
“Who said you could have his baby? Who gave you permission?! If I can’t give him a child, then neither can you!”