•ANEIRA• “Are you pregnant, Narra?” Rafael’s voice was calm, but his stare could’ve split me open. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The man standing before me, the one who made me his maid after he got me pregnant, was now asking if I was pregnant. “I’m not,” I answered. “Miss Amari assumed I was because I ran to the bathroom to vomit. I must have eaten something bad.” I prayed he would believe me. That they would both just let me go before I would say things that would get me in trouble. “Are you calling me a liar?” Amari scoffed. “I’m not pregnant,” I repeated, forcing myself to meet her eyes. “My mother wouldn’t have allowed me to marry Rafael if I were pregnant.” “She’s lying,” Amari snapped, pointing her finger at me. “You should move her to one of your clubs, Rafael. Let her scrub floors where she belongs because if your sister finds out she’s pregnant, she’ll think you’re the father. And you wouldn’t want that rumor spreading, would you?” She snarled, but Rafael didn’t
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