Liam
The word "pregnant" hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. It was as if the bombshell of the press conference had detonated, leaving behind a smoldering crater of shock and a completely new threat.
"Is the baby mine?" I blurted out, the question tumbling out before I could fully comprehend its implications.
Karen's emerald eyes blazed with a fury that eclipsed the vulnerability of a moment ago. "Why would you even ask that?" she spat, her voice tight with a mixture of hurt and anger. "Who else would it be?"
Shame burned in my gut. It wasn't a question I should have asked, but the memory of her flirtations in London, the way men seemed to gravitate towards her, and the way she embraced it gnawed at my already strained trust.
"I'm not calling you a slut," I stammered, my voice defensive. "It's just that… all the men that hover around you in London makes it hard to think you are not.…"
