Sasha’s heart skipped a harsh thud, but she forced herself to keep her cool, and her voice only sharpened further.
"Wayne, what the hell do you mean? Are you out of your damn mind? If this baby isn’t yours, whose else would it be?"
But at the very next second, Wayne lifted his hand hard and fast.
A brutal slap crashed straight into Sasha’s face. The force was so heavy it snapped her head to the side, and blood immediately welled at the corner of her mouth.
"Ah! Are you insane, Wayne?" Sasha shrieked in a rage, "How dare you hit me? I’m carrying your baby—"
Wayne tangled a hand in her hair and wrenched her head up to face him. His eyes blazed with cold, murderous fury.
"You slut! You’re carrying some foreign male model’s baby, and you have the nerve to claim it’s mine?! Did you really
