Husband and Brother Bet Millions on My Baby’s Father

"Enough! I’ve had enough! I don’t want to hear it! Not a single word!"

I had no idea how much time had passed before the door creaked open again.

The soft sound of running water drifted in from the bathroom.

Kizzie stood there, dressed in something skimpy, her face flushed. Faint red marks dotted her slender neck. She leaned against the doorframe with a smug air, looking down at me with pure disdain.

Her voice was laced with venom as she said, "Throwing yourself at Keon so presistently. You’re also desperate to have his baby! Do you even hear yourself?"

"Since you're so eager to spread your legs, does it feel good now? One word from me and all three of them could have their way with you. Maybe next time, I'll just dump you on the street and see how long you last."

She took a step closer, forcing me back.

"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!”

With that, she raised her hand and shoved me hard.

My heel caught on the edge of the stairs and before I could react, I tumbled backward. My vision spun, pain exploding through my body—worst of all, a sharp, searing agony in my stomach.

Hearing the commotion, Keon rushed out.

Before I could even gather myself, Kizzie dramatically collapsed onto the floor, wailing. “Kelsey! I came over to help since you’re pregnant and this is how you treat me? Did you really have to hit me?!”

“Why would you throw yourself down the stairs? Are you trying to frame me? I swear, I didn’t do anything! Kelsey, why are you doing this to me?!”

Then, as if just noticing Keon, she sniffled and put on a show of concern for me.

“Keon, don’t worry about me. Go check on her first—she fell down by accident.”

Keon’s gaze flicked over to the red marks on Kizzie’s exposed skin and for a split second, guilt flashed in his eyes. He quickly pulled off his jacket and draped it over her.

“Kizzie, are you hurt? I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“I’m fine, just a little sore… but look. Kelsey have it worse!”

Keon shot me a cold glare before scooping Kizzie into his arms, his voice laced with anger. “Don’t think I didn’t hear what happened! Kizzie came here out of kindness and this is how you treat her? I never realized you could be so... petty.”

I lay there on the cold floor, my eyelids growing heavier by the second. My lips trembled as I tried to explain.

“No, I didn’t—she pushed—”

“Cut the act, Kelsey! Are you really trying to pin the blame on Kizzie? Do you even hear yourself? She’s so delicate she can’t even open a bottle cap and you expect me to believe she pushed you? Besides, Kizzie has a good heart—why would she do something like that? Kelsey, since when did you become this kind of person?!”

With that, Keon carried Kizzie downstairs. As he passed me, he kicked me aside like I was nothing more than trash.

“If you like lying there so much, then just stay there. Don’t get in my way.”

Kizzie turned her head, flashing me a smug, victorious smile.

The sound of an engine roared to life outside. My vision blurred, fading into darkness.