The Odds

There was a moment of silence as his face turned pale and his jaws stiffened as he stared at her face, looking dumbfounded.

"You can't be pregnant,..no..Tasha..you must be joking," he scoffed, jiggling his head as he took a step back away from her.

"I can't be pregnant? Was I barren when you met me? Or does it mean your middle leg is infertile?" She snapped.

"You better think of a way to tell this to my brother," she added.

"Now, that's the problem. How do I break this to your ruthless brother and father?!" He slammed.

"None of my business, I wasn't there when you were busy chasing after his wife. Are you planning to reject this pregnancy? You can't reject a billionaire's grandbaby and you know it," she said with a smirk.

He heaved a sigh and scratched the back of his head.

"If I take responsibility for this, I'll die. If I don't, I'll still die anyway. So why take responsibility for something I'll end up dying for anyway?" He blurted and her eyes bulged.

His words broke her heart dee