Jinn
I was staring at the paternity report for like the millionth time in these three days as if the words would miraculously change or disappear. It said Harriot was nineteen weeks pregnant in contrast to the twenty-three weeks she mentioned in front of everyone.
That’s Harriot for you, she knows how to exaggerate things.
I started doing the math in my head like I have been doing in the past couple of days and every damn time it said that the child isn’t mine. I had stopped sleeping with her way before my wedding. I hadn’t been in the country for three months before that so there is no way in hell this child is mine.
This report claims that the baby is mine but I am not so naïve as to not know to what extent Harriot can go to achieve what she wants.
For days this has been my c
