The Wedding-3

The party at Mailov’s Villa was two and a half months ago, which means she’s two weeks pregnant when she attended that party.

And as if Preston can read my mind, he spoke. “Before the party at your friend’s, she stayed at Andrew’s penthouse for nearly two weeks. Hitting the club most of the nights and home drunk. The only person who can confirm this is Andrew Petrakis. He could be the father of her pregnancy. The picture of her and Andrew at the restaurant was just taken recently,” he explained.

He stood up and tapped my shoulder. “The baby is not yours, Stavros. Whoever is the father of that baby isn’t what mattered now. What matters is…, you are not the father!” Then he left with his last words reeling in my head.

I was still standing there, trying to analyze and absorbed all that news.

I have to meet Andrew.

I’ll kill that bastard.

I sat upright. Tossing all the papers on the table carelessly, I grabbed the phone.

“Demakis Corp. Office, Cassandra Speaking.”

“Cassey,” I started. My