Jake Abbot
What the f**k? I thought as I drove away. I was going back. There’s nothing she could say that would keep me from her now. The cat is already out of the bag, and if her father wanted to fire me, he could go ahead.
I parked in front of my house and pulled out my phone, which had been buzzing all morning. There were missed calls, messages, and tags on social media.
I opened social media first. I was tagged in an article announcing Winter’s pregnancy and questioning her baby's father. “What the actual f**k?” I growled.
But the video of the inside of my house boiled my blood. Only one person could have taken the footage showing Winter in my kitchen saying she was pregnant.
I ignored everything and called my brother.
“Jake, is it true?” He answered.
“Jason, I need your help.”
