I stared at her. "Shouldn't things like pregnancy and childbirth involve the biological father?"
"Am I?"
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Silence.
"Logan Dickerson, you son of a bitch." Lois grabbed a pillow and hurled it at me. "You're insulting my character."
"Lois, we're both adults. Time to face the consequences of our actions."
"You think I'd make up accusations with zero evidence? Pin a cheating wife on myself for no reason?"
"Fine. Show me the evidence, then. If you can produce evidence, I'll agree to the divorce."
I flung the paternity test report in her face. "Open your damn eyes and read it."
Lois turned on the lamp and looked at the report.
"Logan Dickerson, you went behind my back and had a paternity test done on the child? You don't trust me at all?"
I gave her a sidelong glance. "Go splash some water on your face, calm down, and try again. Because what just came out of your mouth didn't even qualify as a rational sentence."
"You don't have an ounce of trust in me. You're right, there's no point in staying married."
Lois started packing her things in a fury.
Ten-odd minutes later, she slammed the door behind her.