Bianca
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and instead turned on my heel. “No,” I said over my shoulder, continuing to walk away.
“I know about the baby,” Mason called after me. “I know the truth.”
My footsteps faltered involuntarily, and I froze mid-stride. How did he know? He had to be bluffing, right?
Mason took a few steps toward me, lowering his voice. “I know how you really got pregnant. Artificial insemination, right? Your whole love story with Isaac was a lie. You met him at the sperm bank. There was no ‘magical night’. No love at first sight. No dancing under the stars. It’s all a lie.”
My blood ran colder and colder with each word. How the hell did he know any of that? I’d been so careful. Isaac had been so careful. Right?
“He’s using you,” Mason continued
