A frown instantly fell on my face.
“What are you saying?”
Did he know Donald wasn't mine? Had he somehow figured that out?
Had he told Sam?
Of course he would've. And then Emery's fear might become reality.
My mind raced on what to do, when he spoke; “The boy, Donald, he isn't mine.” He might be drunk, but his voice was still steady. “The results were handed to me. He's not mine. That means you probably cheated on me during our marriage. You were pregnant before leaving me, weren't you? Or, is Donald not yours?”
Oh. It seemed the wasn't certain. Yet.
That at least brought relief my way.
"Move away." My tone came out sharp as I tried to release myself, but his stronger self further locked me.
“No, not yet. I need an explanation Chloe.” He stared down at me, there being barely an
