Chapter 8

Clark grabbed his phone, glaring at the message with a dark expression. He and Jordyn had always used protection, so either she was lying, or she had tampered with the condoms. Either way, it crossed a line for Clark.

He called her directly. "Where are you right now?"

Jordyn felt a pang of bitterness when she heard the anger in his voice. "Clark, I'm pregnant. Aren't you happy at all?"

Clark let out a cold laugh. "Are you sure it's mine?"

"Clark, you're the only man I've ever been with. Wouldn't you know better if it's yours or not?"

Her tone was accusatory, with a hint of grievance, but Clark just felt annoyed.

"Get rid of it."

The only woman he wanted to have children with was Nyla. Women like Jordyn, who threw themselves at him, were just for fun. He never took them seriously.

"No, this is our child. I'm keeping it."

Clark frowned in irritation. If he had known she was so troublesome, he wouldn't have touched her. "I'm asking one last time, where are you?"

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