Vincent's POV
I stared at the paper in my hand and the words didn't change no matter how many times I looked at them.
Positive. Pregnant. Words that I still couldn’t believe i would ever see in my life.
The penthouse was completely still. My mother stood near the fireplace, no move to comfort me like she usually does. Camilla stood in front of me. The test result sat in my hand like a weapon of mass destruction which it was because it just shattered something in me.
"You're pregnant?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes," Camilla said immediately.
My gaze went from her stomach and back to her face, my mouth opened to say something and the words came out before I could stop them, "Then you should find whoever got you pregnant."
Her eyes widened. "Vincent."
"I don't understand what this has
