Then his voice came back, dripping with disbelief. "Who did you say? Naomi? Stella, don't be ridiculous. You know how much I've hated her from the start. She's always stealing your time, demanding your attention more than I do. She crashes every single date. If it weren't for you—"
"Alex." I cut him off, forcing down the grief clawing at my chest. "Would you ever betray me?"
I stared at the consent form.
Three months pregnant.
Which meant before this, Naomi and Alex had already slept together. Maybe even longer than that—maybe they'd been together for a while. How long, exactly?
I needed to know.
"Stella, did someone tell you some kind of rumor?"
Alex's probing tone was like a dull knife twisting into my chest. It hurt so much I could barely breathe, yet I still heard him say—
"Stella, don't believe it. Don't listen to other people's nonsense—"
I hung up before he could finish.
If it had only been suspicion at first, then Alex not daring to face my question head-on, his guilt-ridden shift in attitude—it all made one thing crystal clear.
Alex had really betrayed me.
Then what about Naomi?