Isabella’s POV
Oh no. What did I just say?
The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I had made a mistake. Asher isn’t the father of my child—so why did I say that?
Zachary’s furious growl shakes the room, his rage practically crackling in the air around us. “What did you just say?” His voice is dangerously low, the calm before the storm. Then, suddenly, he lets out a bitter, humorless laugh, one that sends a chill down my spine. “This must be some kind of joke, right?” His laughter dies just as fast as it came, replaced by an eerie silence. His eyes bore into me, demanding an answer.
I force myself to stand tall, though my legs feel weak beneath me. “You heard me,” I say, trying to sound confident, but my voice betrays me with the slightest tremor. I can’t bring myself to meet his ga
