I regarded him with a sardonic smile, enjoying the spectacle of his unraveling facade. "You accused me of smearing Jennifer’s reputation, claiming there was nothing between you two. But now, with this revelation, it remains uncertain whether the child she carries is even yours."
Jennifer’s patience wore thin. She glared at me, her face contorted with frustration. "It’s his, it’s definitely his. For years, Chris has been the only man in my life. Eloise, stop making trouble."
Chris’s reaction shifted from stunned disbelief to reluctant acceptance. His face, once set in anger, now showed a mixture of surprise and indecision. Jennifer, sensing the shifting dynamics, clung to Chris’s sleeve, her tears flowing freely. "Chris, I don’t want our child to be born without a father," she sobbed, her voice filled with genuine distress. "Please, don’t leave us now."
Chris was caught in a tumultuous internal battle, torn between his anger towards me and the sudden complication of Jennifer’s pregnancy. His phone rang, cutting through the tension like a jolt. He glanced at the screen, his eyes lighting up with unexpected joy.