“Well, yes, that’s true, but… I’m not that person who just…” I stopped, frustrated tears trying to escape. Damn, pregnancy hormones sucked. “That’s not who I am.”
Gael shrugged one shoulder, but I felt it to the core of my being like a slap. He was indifferent. One careless, cruel statement from me and I’d shattered any chances I had with him. And he’d been trying, before. Before I shoved him out of my life and slammed the door in his face.
A tear escaped, but I angrily swiped at it. I didn’t want him to feel sorry for me, not now. I was trying to explain, not get some twisted pity for the poor sobbing pregnant chick.
“I—”
“I want a paternity test.” He cut me off, apparently out of patience with my stammering and emotions.
The blood in my veins turned cold, and I swayed backward, shoc
