Darius' POV
I don't mean to, but I instinctively shove her away from me.
"For him? You let that bastard touch you? Sleep with you!?" My voice cracks with rage. "I swear to God, I'll kill him!"
The cab driver glances nervously at me through the rearview mirror—trying his best to stay out of it, but clearly wondering if he should call the cops. Just his luck to pick up another maniac off the street.
"What!?" she fires back, her voice shaking. "You think it's his? I'm four weeks pregnant, you idiot!"
My heart slams to a stop.
Time halts.
Everything fades into silence.
All I can hear is the thudding of my own pulse. All I can see is her—Allison—tears streaking down her flushed cheeks, her eyes wide, innocent, betrayed. And me? I'm frozen. Useless. Wordless.
"Darius," she pleads, voice trembling, "you're the father... Wait—wait, do you not believe me? Oh my God, what have I been thinking…"