AT THE HOSPITAL
DAMIEN'S POV
I slammed the door to Cassandra's hospital room, my anger barely contained. She was sitting up in bed, looking smug as ever. That look—the one that made my blood boil.
"You think I'm stupid, don't you?" I said, my voice cold. "That baby isn't mine."
Cassandra didn't even flinch. Instead, she smiled. "Really, Damien? Shall I remind you of that night?"
Her words hit like a punch. My mind flashed back to that night—too much whiskey, too much frustration, and her, always knowing when to corner me. I clenched my fists, the memory like a splinter I couldn't pull out.
"That doesn't mean anything," I snapped, stepping closer. "You'll say anything to trap me, won't you?"
She tilted her head, her hand protectively covering her stomach. "Trap you? Damien, I don't need to trap you. You already belong to me."