"Georgia, when you knelt in the mud and begged me for money, you used that exact word. You said you wanted an education. A fair shot at life."
I looked down at her—this girl I had believed in, fought for, sacrificed for.
"I gave you books. I gave you a chance to change your fate." My voice didn't waver. "And this is how you repay me?"
Her eyes darted away.
"You stop guilt-tripping her!" Alex roared. "So what if you sponsored her? Does giving money mean your husband gets to use her as a toy?"
I straightened, my patience finally, completely spent.
"Enough. I'll say this one last time." I held up a finger. "First, Dominic Sawyer would never force himself on anyone." A second finger. "Second, the child in your belly cannot possibly be his."
My gaze swept the room, landing on the blinking red light of the camera.
"Third, if you continue this charade, I'm calling the police. Defamation and extortion are serious crimes."
Silence.
The chat stream blurred past:
*"This teacher is tough as nails. Her logic is flawless."*
*"She sounds way too confident. Is there something we don't know?"*
*"Could this be a scam?"*