Chloe’s POV
“It does,” I cut in. “You don’t understand. I can’t do this.”
“You’re not alone,” he said.
“Yes, I am,” I shot back. “Look at everything happening right now. The investigation. The rumors. Your wife. Your son. And now this?”
I pressed my palms to my temples, squeezing my eyes shut. My thoughts were racing, colliding into each other.
A pregnancy.
A child.
At this time.
In this chaos.
“I’m fighting for my name,” I said, my voice breaking despite my effort to stay composed. “I’m trying not to go to prison for something I didn’t do. I’m trying to keep my sister alive. And now you’re telling me I’m pregnant?”
He moved closer again. “We’ll figure it out.”
“No,” I said sharply. “You’ll figure it out. I’ll pay the price?”
He shook his head. “That’s not true.”
I laughed aga
