Teresa pretended to be clueless. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Jonathan’s eyes turned icy. “How long are you gonna keep this from me? You’re six months pregnant. Why didn’t you tell me right away? Why do you always keep me in the dark?”

Teresa finally looked at him and shot back, “Why should I tell you? We’re divorced.”

“So what if we’re divorced? I’m Mike’s dad, and I’m also the father of the baby you’re carrying. I have the right to know about this,” Jonathan said, his voice cold, with a hint of desperation.

“It’s not yours,” Teresa shot back, turning her back to him in a huff.

Jonathan didn’t get mad; instead, he actually laughed. “Not mine? What, is it a ghost’s then? I did the math—springtime, when we were basically sharing a bed every night.”

“You’re full of it,” Teresa replied, still keeping her cool.

Jonathan fixed his gaze on her, sounding absolutely certain. “Was it that night? The one when you told me we should have a kid—remember?”

“I never told you we should have a kid. I said we already had one. You just heard what you wanted to hear. How was I supposed to know you’d skip protection that night?” Teresa couldn’t help but sit up, glaring at his smug face.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow, looking a bit confused. “So, were you trying to tell me about Mike that day?”

“I don’t know,” Teresa rolled her eyes, still sulking. “I forgot.”

Jonathan was pissed off. “You remembered everything a minute ago, and now you suddenly forgot? Why can’t you just be straight with me? You should’ve told me last night that you were pregnant. If you had, I wouldn’t have almost gone overboard with you.”

Teresa snorted. He really had almost gone too far with her last night in bed. At the time, she thought, ‘Whatever, just finish me off. At least then I wouldn’t have to deal with all this mess.’

Just thinking about how he almost ended up hurting their baby last night made Jonathan feel a wave of regret. He hadn’t even bothered to slow down or be careful.

“Good thing our baby turned out fine. Remember when I took you to that expert? He said you were pregnant, but you kept insisting you’d taken contraceptive pills,” Jonathan said, every detail coming back to him now.

“You think I wanted to get pregnant?” Teresa fired back. “I was planning to take the pill that day, but then my mom had to go to the hospital and I got caught up with that. I didn’t even have time to buy it.”

“Who would’ve thought just one time would do the trick?”

By the time she found out she was pregnant, she just couldn’t bring herself to go through with an abortion.

Jonathan took a deep breath. “I remember you gave me a report saying you weren’t pregnant. That was Jennifer who did it, right? You had her fake it for you—again, didn’t you?”

Teresa finally snapped and yelled, “Yeah, I had her fake it. I had everyone lie to you. I’m guilty as charged. Just kill me already.”

Jonathan was speechless for a moment. “I’m not here to blame you. I just want to get to the bottom of everything. I need to know the whole story.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what you think. I hid the truth. I’m beyond redemption,” Teresa muttered, yanking the covers over her head.

Jonathan and Teresa stayed locked in that standoff for a long moment before he finally managed to pull the covers off her head. Sure enough, her eyes were red and puffy. He licked his lips.

Chapter 715

“So I can’t even ask questions now? What do you want me to do? Just sit here all calm and say, ‘Oh, you’re pregnant, and you lied to me again. Wonderful. Should I give you a round of applause for that?’” Jonathan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Teresa didn’t say a word, just sniffled. Honestly, she hadn’t meant to lose her temper like that. All that calm she showed in front of others was just a mask, just her pride not wanting anyone to see how badly she was really doing.