Chapter Seven
OH s**t, OH DAMN, OH crap, oh... no!
In her hand, Samara held several white pieces of paper. All of which was going to cause a disaster in her life.
Julian wanted a DNA test. He wanted his parental rights, and worst of all, he wanted her to marry him!
Marry him? What sort of man put a proposal in a lawyer’s letter, coupled with a very insulting DNA test suggestion? If he didn’t think the baby was his, why was he bothering to even offer her marriage?
“Oh, you bloody... bastard!”
Hot, angry tears blurred her vision as she paced her newly carpeted lounge room. He couldn’t do this, surely he couldn’t? A short phone call to her lawyer later and she realized he could. Ask for his parental rights, absolutely. Make her marry him? No.
Samara lay on her bed and cried and cried,
