"Your wife," Sebastian continued, almost conversationally, "is pregnant. She's distressed. Probably terrified out of her mind, trying to make sense of how this even happened…"
He tilted his head slightly, studying Julian. "And instead of holding her… instead of grounding her…" His smile sharpened.
"You demanded a DNA test." The words landed harder this time. Slower. Deliberate.
"Right there. In front of the doctor. The nurses." He let out a low chuckle. "Like she's some kind of liar who's been juggling her ex and her husband and just couldn't keep track of who got her pregnant."
Julian's fists clenched. "Stop." But Sebastian didn't.
"If you know Amara at all," he went on, voice quieter now, but more cutting, "you know exactly where her mind is right now. Spinning. Breaking. Wondering how everything she thought was certain just… isn't."
A pause. Then, softer… "And you just confirmed her worst fear." Julian swallowed hard because the worst part wasn't Sebastian saying it.
