My mouth popped open as my churning stomach settled. I pulled out a few more sticks, and in one way or another, they all said the same thing…pregnant. My heart started beating faster. Oh my God…Kiera is pregnant. We’re gonna have a baby. I was just about to run to the bathroom to sweep her into my arms and kiss every inch of her when it suddenly dawned on me…if she was pregnant…it wasn’t mine.

My hand tightened around the bag as rage and disbelief flooded every cell in my body. Before tonight, I hadn’t had sex with Kiera since December. I’d just seen her naked. Her body was flat, perfect…she couldn’t be that far along. It wasn’t mine. It wasn’t fucking mine. She lied to me? She fucking lied to me?

Tears stung my eyes as I felt my entire world crumbling to pieces. Everything we’d had, everything we’d shared, every dream I’d ever wanted…gone. Confirmed by a dozen different tests. She had fucked him. And Denny had finally gotten what he’d always wanted: Kiera, pregnant with his child. They’d both lied to me…and I’d fucking believed them. Jesus Christ…she had his child inside of her. I was gonna be sick. I needed out of here. There was no fucking reason to stay now.

Chapter 30

IT’S OVER

Shoving the bag back into the drawer, I put on my dirty clothes strewn about the floor. I didn’t want to be clean. I didn’t need to be clean. I needed to be gone. Kiera was still in the bathroom when I walked into the hallway. The door was closed, but even still, I didn’t look her way. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to look at her again. Bile rose up my throat. How could she?

Needing an outlet for my rage, I yanked her bedroom door shut, slamming it hard against the frame. The sound was satisfying, but it did nothing to diminish my anger. Turning away from Kiera, away from our life together, I stormed down the hall. I needed my keys. I needed to get to the door. Once I was gone, then I could fall apart. Or start tearing shit apart. I wasn’t sure which way my emotions were going to lead me. And I didn’t care.

I wasn’t two steps from the bedroom when I heard Kiera’s voice. “Kellan? What are you doing?”

She seemed genuinely stunned. Fucking bitch. Like I would stay? What the hell did you think was going to happen here? My hands curled into fists as the boiling heat inside me begged to be set free. I pushed down the fury and, ignoring her question, I kept walking down the hallway; I didn’t owe her an explanation. I didn’t owe her anything anymore. How could you?