coldest husband

" You ailing?" Costa asked after he had cleared his throat. He glanced at her with his dark specs, and Elvira couldn't tell his expression. But he looked like a deadly sin. Both his hands in his trouser pockets, his hair brushed neatly to the back. His twin Dela had the same pose and Elvira felt herself lost just in admiring them.

For anyone it could be hard to identify between the two guys, but Elvira had done that easily. While Costa had a air of pride and arrogance around him, Dela was just unfathomable, his expression cold, almost unreadable. It seemed everything around him was too bothersome and he couldn't wait to get over with whatever it was.

Even as Costa took a step in, he stood by the door, almost as though he wanted to escape unnoticed.

" I wouldn't put it that way," Elvira replied.

" Oh..so what's wrong with you then? Costa asked.

" Apparently I'm pregnant. Silly isn't it. I just had to be pregnant after what I consider rape. I don't even know who the father is," Elvira