"Diana…" Stephen said quietly, his voice low and unbearably heavy, each word carrying the weight of exhaustion, shattered dreams, and a heartbreak so profound it felt like it was carving pieces out of his soul.
"You and I both know that baby isn't mine."
Pah!
The sound of the slap cracked through the luxurious apartment like thunder. Stephen's head turned slightly from the force, a red mark blooming across his cheek. He didn't flinch. He simply stood there, jaw tightening as he slowly turned back to face her.
Diana stood frozen before him, chest heaving, eyes wide with shock at her own actions. Tears gathered rapidly in her eyes, spilling over before she could stop them.
"What do you mean our baby isn't yours?" she demanded, her voice shaking violently. "How dare you say something like that to me, Stephen?!"
Stephen looked at her for a long moment, his eyes filled with a sorrow so deep it seemed bottomless.
