Page 42 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

But Yaya’s words kept replaying in my mind.

Over and over.

“You sure it’s yours?”

And the worst part?

I didn’t know.

I sat in the guest room staring at my phone.

I pulled up Truth’s contact.

Stared at her name.

I’d been keeping my distance. Trying to get Yaya out of my house, out of my life, before Truth’s next appointment.

But I didn’t know if I could wait that long.

Not with Yaya’s words eating at me.

Not with the image of Truth smiling at her phone when that nigga hit her up.

I hit the call button before I could talk myself out of it.

It rang twice.

Then her voice came through—soft, surprised,happy.

“Amai?”

The sound of her saying my name did something to my chest.

Made it tighten.

Made it hurt.

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s me.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to call.” There was a smile in her voice. “Is everything okay?”

I should have eased into it.

Should have asked how she was feeling. How the baby was.

But Yaya’s words were a poison in my veins.

And I couldn’t stop myself.

“Did you fuck someone else?”

Silence.

Complete, absolute silence.

Then, “What thefuckdid you just say to me?”

Her voice had gone cold.