My Child Zachary, however, seemed somewhat hesitant.

What if the child is not mine? But if the child’s not mine, whose is it?

Ever since Vivian married him, his grandfather had a habit of keeping them together all the time. There was hardly a night when they slept separately.

In the end, curiosity still took the upper hand.

“You’re pregnant!”

This was a statement, not a question.

Vivian felt as if a bolt from the blue had struck her; her face instantly paled.