The more she refused to take the test, the more I was convinced something was going on between her and Anthony.
I grabbed the fruit knife from the table and said calmly, "Fine. If you won't take it, I'll get rid of the baby myself."
Rosy's eyes blazed red, pierced by the icy calm in mine.
In the end, she relented. As we entered the bathroom, she swore to me, her voice trembling on the verge of tears. "Honey, I really am not pregnant! I just randomly picked someone to call and joke around! Does that mean every time I play this game with someone, you have to make such a scene and suspect I'm having an affair with them?"
With so many people present, why did she only label Anthony as 'husband'? Even I, her real husband, was just listed by name!
After I ignored her pleas and promises, she could only turn her sorrowful, pleading gaze toward Anthony.
But under my icy glare, Anthony backed down. "Rosy, if we're innocent, we have nothing to fear! Just listen to Hans and take the test! Once the results are in, we'll decide for you!"
His solemn words, paired with Rosy's eyes brimming with helplessness and disappointment, actually made me look like the one losing my mind.