His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 195

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Olive’s POV

The admission hung in the air-Grayson’s quiet “yes” confirming what Brenda had just confessed-and I watched as my mother’s face transformed from shock into something cold and hard and absolutely terrifying.

“Get out,” she said to Grayson, her voice so calm it was almost worse than if she’d been screaming. “Get out of this room. Get out of this restaurant. Get the fuck out of my life.”

“Diane, please, if you would just listen-”

“OUT!” my mother roared, and I’d never heard her sound like that before, never seen her lose control so completely.

Grayson flinched like she’d struck him, and I could see him warring with himself over whether to try to stay and explain or just do what she’d asked.

He chose the latter, turning toward the door with his head down his shoulders hunched, looking like a man who’d just lost everything that mattered.

But before he could actually leave, Brenda’s voice rang out again stopping everyone mid-movement.

“Wait.”

It was one word, but it carried so much weight, so much desperation, that even Grayson paused with his hand on the door handle.

“There’s something else,” Brenda said, and her voice had gone eerily calm despite the tears still streaming down her face. “Something else you all need to know before anyone leaves. Before this gets any worse.”

“What could possibly be worse than what you’ve already done?” demanded, his voice raw with pain and anger. “What could you possibly say that would make any of this okay?”

Brenda turned to look at him, and I saw her take a deep, shuddering breath like she was preparing herself for something.

“I’m pregnant,” she said quietly.

The room fell silent.

Completely, utterly silent.

For a moment, nobody moved, nobody spoke, nobody seemed to even breathe as those two words echoed in the space between us.

“What?” JT finally whispered, and I could see hope flickering in s eyes-desperate, foolish hope that maybe this changed things, that maybe the baby was his, that maybe they could still somehow salvage this.

But I knew, Even before Brenda said it, I knew from the way she was looking at Grayson instead of JT, from the guilt written all over her face, from the way this entire nightmare kept getting worse with each passing second.

“It’s not yours,” Brenda said to JT, and her voice broke on the works. “JT, I’m so sorry, God, I’m so, so sorry. But the baby-it’s not yours.”

JT actually stumbled backward like he’d been physically hit, his and coming up to grip the back of a chair to keep himself upright.

“No,” he said, shaking his head frantically. “No, that’s not-you said it was one time. You said it was a mistake. How do you even know if-”

“Because we haven’t slept together in six weeks,” Brenda said flatly, cutting through his denial. “Because I’ve been avoiding you, making excuses, and I’m five weeks along. The math doesn lie, Jonathan. I wish it did, but it doesn’t.”

I felt like I was going to be sick, actually physically ill, because this was too much, too overwhelming, too absolutely devastating to process.

My best friend was pregnant.

With my stepfather’s baby.

While she’d been dating JT, who’d just proposed to her in the most romantic way possible.

“Oh my God,” my mother breathed, and when I turned to look at her I saw that all the color had drained from her face. “Oh my God. You’re-you’re pregnant? With his baby?”

She pointed at Grayson, who looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

“Diane, I didn’t know,” Grayson said quickly, turning back toward her with his hands raised like he was trying to calm a wild animal. “I swear to God, I had no idea. She never told me. I never would have—if I’d known—”

“You never would have WHAT?” my mother shrieked, all her careful composure completely shattered now. “You never would have fucked her in the first place? Is that what you were going to say? Because news flash, Grayson-you shouldn’t have slept with my step-daughter’s best friend regardless of whether she was carrying your child! Is my daughter even fucking safe with you!”