“You swear it can’t be yours?” I asked. “I swear. If it was, you’d leave?” “Depends on when it was conceived. If it was before us like you claim, then no, but if during, then yes. I would have to, as badly as I wouldn’t want to. You wouldn’t be the man I believe you are if it happened during,” I replied truthfully, shedding the tough bitch exterior I so badly wanted to keep hiding behind.
