MARK

"Yes, I am sterile," I repeated, my voice dropping to a harsh, ragged whisper that cut through the silence like broken glass. I took a step forward, closing the distance between us until I was towering over the two people who had just dismantled my life. "And that means I can't father a child. Which means the bastard growing in your womb is definitely not mine."

I looked down at Zane. She was still pressed against the wall, clutching the duvet to her chest, her face drained of all color. The shock had paralyzed her. The master manipulator, the woman who thought she was so clever, had just realized...