The pregnancy test landed on Luca’s desk with a soft thud, the small padded envelope looking innocuous enough.
Until he opened it. Normally his secretary would have opened all his mail before he got it, but this package had been marked personal and confidential. Or Sally would hadn’t opened it just leaving it on his desk. He wished she hadn’t.
Two bold pink lines stared back at him, mocking him with their undeniable truth, making his blood run cold.
“Fucking bitch,” he muttered, tossing the test in the bin like it was contaminated. She’d lied. Played him for a fool. Tried to trap him with some other guy’s kid. She’d probably been screwing this asshole behind his back the whole time. It explained why she’d never left her modeling career. Never come away with him when he had asked. Now he understood her tears.
Some women were nothing but manipulative whores. He tossed the padded envelope in the bin with the test for good measure. Audrey was clearly another one of them.
He turned back to
