He arches an eyebrow, nothing more. He’s so incredibly calm that it only rattles me. He’s doing it on purpose; I’m sure of it. There’s a menace to his composure that’s ten times worse than if he’d been screaming and shouting.
“After… after you left me in the woods, I met someone else. We had a few dates and then I never saw him again. But I got pregnant.”
“I wasn’t interested in his name, okay?” I snap. “I just wanted to… forget.”
I nod like the world’s stupidest bobblehead. “Yeah. Among other things.”
“Let me make sure I understand,” he murmurs. “You were supposed to get married. Instead, you ran from your wedding and slept with me. Then a week later—because you were so devastated about the way I left, presumably—you slept with some random f**k whose name you can’t remember, and you g
