Liam shot back, his tone icy, "Bella's my secretary. We’re doing our work here."
I glared at the two of them and said, "I don't have time for your nonsense. We need to talk about us."
Liam signaled for Bella to leave and as she walked past me, I caught a whiff of her familiar perfume. Shifting to a more business-like tone, I said, "To avoid any future misunderstandings, do you mind if I record this?"
Liam sneered, "Do whatever you want."
I started explaining to Liam that our son was indeed his, but he wasn’t buying it. Frustrated, I pulled out the paternity test report and handed it to him. Liam’s face twisted with anger as he snatched the report and threw it across the room.
"You still have the nerve to lie? Why couldn’t you explain the blood type when I asked? Don't tell me my son's blood type is wrong."
I was speechless. "I didn’t lie. He's your son."
Liam interrupted with a sneer, "Yeah, your son with someone else. We've been betraying each other since we got married. I'm not his..."