“The test isn’t wrong.”
He was screaming now. Full volume, veins bulging in his neck, just like the night of the party.
“Science doesn’t lie, Marina. DNA doesn’t lie. The only liar in this room is you.”
He pointed his finger in my face and I could see his hand shaking with rage.
“You’ve been lying to me for months, maybe years. And now you’re standing there crying like you’re the victim. Like I’m the bad guy for being angry that my wife got pregnant by another man.”
“I didn’t do this!” I screamed back. Something inside me broke. All the fear and confusion and desperation came pouring out as rage. “I don’t know how this happened, but I didn’t do this. I have never been with anyone except you. Not once in six years. I don’t understand what’s happening, but I know I didn’t cheat. You have to believe me, Evan. Please.”
I grabbed his arm, desperate for him to see me. Really see me. To look past his anger and recognize the woman he’d married—the woman who loved him, the woman who would never betray him.
“Please believe me. Please. I’m begging you.”
He shoved me away so hard I stumbled backward. My hip hit the counter and pain shot through my side. Jeff jumped up and caught me before I could fall further, his arms wrapping around me to steady me.
“Don’t touch me,” Evan snarled.
His face was twisted into something I didn’t recognize—pure hatred, pure disgust.
“Don’t ever touch me again. You make me sick. Looking at you right now makes me physically sick.”
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