"What did you say?" Scaramouche stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes widening at the news you just dropped.

You're pregnant.

His customary cool facade shattered momentarily, replaced by a mix of frustration and confusion. He knew he had messed up big time—after all, you two weren't even lovers. He was your tormentor, the bully who made your life difficult. And the last time he had harassed you, it had led to this unforeseen predicament.