Jasmine's POV

I continued my shopping as normal without making a scene with Bradley and his baby's mother. I had my own child to worry about and better things to do than getting into an argument with a liar. I already knew the truth, and saw the truth, and that was all that mattered.

I was so excited to become a mother and to have my baby in my arms.

Motherhood was becoming a beautiful thing to me, and I also knew it wouldn't be smooth sailing, but I was definitely up for the challenge.

I was so happy Zenia went to Evan and he talked some sense into me. I would've had an abortion if he hadn't shown up at my apartment that day.

I cussed myself mentally. I was so stupid, and I was such a coward, but as the days went by with my baby inside me, I knew I was getting stronger and stronger and I'd eventually stop loving Evan and move on with my life. There was just no way Evan would let me move on to another relationship with his baby inside me.

I paid for my items and Fisher took all the bags from the cashier. We walked out of the boutique into a beehive of paparazzi.

"Jasmine, is it true you're pregnant with Evan Hollen's baby?"

"Jasmine, are you having a boy or a girl?"

"Jasmine, is Evan Hollen the father of your baby?"

"Jasmine, how far long are you?"

"Jasmine, is it true Evan wanted nothing to do with the baby?"

"Jasmine, are you lying about being pregnant just to trap billionaire Evan Hollen?"

Fisher cleared a part to the car for me. He opened the car door and I got inside, ignoring everyone and everything else outside.

After getting back to the mansion safely, I texted my sister. She believed I was still mad at her for going behind my back, but I wasn't anymore.

Me: Hi Zen.

Zen: Hi stranger

Me: ha! I miss u.

Zen: Miss u too. When r u coming back?

Me: Hopefully soon. I'll have to talk to Evan when he gets home.

Zen: I wish I could come visit.

Me: You can.

Zen: Kk. I'll see u soon. On work. Ttyl.

Me: Bye ?

That evening, when Evan got home, I followed him upstairs to his bedroom, trying to get his attention. He seemed upset about something. Maybe he had a rough day at the office, but I needed to talk to him.

"Evan! I said I have to talk to you!" I shouted for the hundredth time.

"What is it Jasmine?" he said in a groaning manner.

"I've been wondering how long I'll be here for," I started, sitting on the edge of his bed.copy right hot novel pub