"That, I can't tell," Nathan mumbled, and Paisley's eyes widened.

"But you told me you haven't touched her since two years before the marriage!" Paisley yelled.

"Why are you so riled up?" Nathan raised a brow.

"You lied?! Is that child yours?! It can't be! Tatiana can't have your child; she can't!" Paisley yelled.

"Go freshen up; I'm hungry." Nathan stood and made to leave, but Paisley quickly held him.

"It's not your child, Nathan. Please tell me the child is not yours," Paisley pleaded, and Nathan shot a glare at her.

"Can you stop overreacting? We are done with this conversation," he said coldly, shrugging her hand off.

Paisley...