His face twisted with fury.
“You think you can fool me?” he shouted. “You expect me to raise another man’s child?”
My mind struggled to understand.
“What are you talking about?” I whispered. “I’ve never cheated on you.”
He laughed bitterly.
“You can’t be pregnant with my child, Claire,” he said.
“I had a vasectomy four years ago.”
His words hit harder than the slap.
A vasectomy.
Four years ago.
For two years I had blamed myself for not getting pregnant… never realizing it had been impossible from the start.
“So who’s the father?” he demanded. “How long have you been sneaking around?”
No one spoke.
My mother covered her mouth in horror. My father looked ready to explode.
Then someone knelt beside me.
Ryan.
Daniel’s younger brother helped me stand and brushed shattered glass from my dress.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he said to Daniel. “You just hit your pregnant wife in front of everyone.”
He positioned himself between us like a shield.
Daniel paced the room like a caged animal.
“For two years you made me feel guilty about not having a baby,” he said bitterly. “All while you were sleeping with someone else.”
I felt the eyes of every guest burning into me.
And the worst part was this: