"This can't be real! You forged this maternity test, didn't you? Do you really think a fake report will fool me? Dream on!" Trixie snapped at me, voice sharp and face dark with rage. Gone was all that pretense of sweet, gentle fragility she'd always hid behind.
Johan stared at me in stunned disbelief, and barked, "Are you out of your mind, Audrey? I was right there with you when Caren was born six years ago! How the hell can she be Trixie's daughter? Quit your bullshit! You've gone too far this time!"
I shot Johan with an icy glare and said flatly, "Looks like your memory's slipping, Mr. Blake. Want me to jog it for you? Six years ago, Trixie and I went into labor at the exact same time. You stayed by her side the entire time, didn't you? You never even glanced my way once."
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