My breath caught. No! There was no possible way he would have found out.
“Are you insane? Why would you even think that?”
“I’m in your apartment,” Sebastian said quietly.
No way! My brows furrowed. “I sold that place.”
“I bought it,” he replied. “Ivy, just tell me, are you pregnant? Didn’t you promise that if you were, your family would accept us getting married? Tell me the truth, are you?”
He sounded desperate. Desperate for the answer to be yes.
I laughed bitterly. “Oh, I see. You want me pregnant so you can work me to the point of miscarriage and save on abortion costs?”
Sebastian fell silent. I heard his breath hitch at my words.
“Ivy, it’s not what you think,” he said, voice raw.
“Then why don’t you tell me what it is?” I shot back. “You want honesty from me, but never give
