Kieran Sanchez's face was a mask of contempt, his eyes sharp with something cruel.
"Say it. Say it right now. Tell me the baby in your belly is mine."
"Harper Whitfield, I have to hand it to you. That innocent little act of yours, so convincing. Meanwhile you've been doing filthy things behind my back. I really did underestimate you."
I snatched the report off the table. The words were right there, printed in black and white.
Azoospermia.
I shook my head, unable to accept what I was reading.
"No... that's impossible! You were my first. I've never been with another man."
"How could this baby not be yours!"
Kieran shot to his feet and ripped the report from my hands.
"Even now, you're still lying! Harper, haven't I been good to you all these years? Money, love, devotion. What have I ever denied you?"
"And what did I get in return? You sleeping around behind my back and trying to pass off someone else's kid as mine!"
His eyes were bloodshot, every muscle in his jaw straining against his fury.
I lunged forward and grabbed his hand, the words tumbling out of me.
"Kieran, believe me, please believe me. This baby is yours."