Dear Ex Wife Please take me back novel Chapter 77

ALEX

I'm many things, but stupid is not one of them. I also know what it takes to have a baby, and I've never touched Leah, nor have I ever kissed her.

Is she another liar?

I clench my hands into fists as I step back, feeling disgusted at women's desperation to have anything.

“Get out of my office.” I growl.

“Alex, the child is really yours.” She pushes, ignoring my cold glare.

“I've never touched you Leah, it takes semen to knock someone up, and I'd know if I placed my dick where it shouldn't be.” My voice is cold even to my ears.

Leah flinches but maintains her stance. Is she dense or what?

“Remember that night?”

“What night?”

Leah sighs, looking hurt like I just slapped her. She moves behind and takes a seat on the couch.

“Remember that night when you came home so angry, I tried to comfort you with my body. We were in the heat of the moment, and I ended up getting pregnant. I couldn't tell you because Athena had just gotten pregnant too. So I left to give birth abroad.”

That's impossible.

My dick has only known and only reacts to Athena. Fuck, even after so many months she's still in my fucking brain, drilling every thought inside me.

I hate her so much.

“I know this is not the best time to give you this news. But I couldn't do this alone. You Know my family's reputation and now everyone is judging me for having a child out of wedlock.”

I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Your family's reputation? You think I give a damn about that right now?"

Leah winces, but I don’t stop.

"You expect me to believe that I slept with you, got you pregnant, and just conveniently forgot?" I step closer, my voice low and venomous. "Do I look like a fucking idiot to you?"

Her grip on the baby tightens, but she doesn’t cower. Instead, she stares at me, eyes glistening with something between desperation and determination. "I’m not lying, Alex. That night-"

"There was no fucking night, Leah!" My voice rises, my control slipping. "I would remember if I touched you. I would remember if I made a child with you."

Silence.

The only sound in the room is my own breathing, heavy and uneven. Leah looks down at the baby, her fingers brushing over his tiny head.

"You were drunk," she whispers. "So fucking drunk, Alex. You barely knew your own name that night."

Drunk.

The word claws at the edges of my mind, dragging something dark and hazy with it. I drank a lot that one night, I won’t deny that.

But drunk enough to forget sleeping with someone? Drunk enough to forget making a goddamn baby?

No.

My gut twists, screaming at me that something isn’t right.

My eyes drop to the baby again. He’s awake now, staring up at me with wide, green eyes. My green eyes.

No.

I swallow hard, my chest tightening as he shifts in Leah’s arms, his tiny fingers curling against her shirt.

His hair is black, a stark contrast to mine and Leah's, but the shape of his nose... the sharpness of his little jawline...

Fuck.