“I’m sorry, okay. I’m a shit husband—and even a pathetic excuse of a man.”
“Yes. That much, at least, we can agree on.”
“I don’t know what else to do. No matter what I say, it won’t stop you from leaving me, will it?”
“No, my mind is made up.”
“Fuck!” he shouts, slamming his fist against the table. I’m grateful the café is practically empty, though it doesn’t stop the staff from turning to stare at us.
“Keep it down, Adrian! Or I’m walking straight out the door.”
“Please don’t. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise. I’m just trying to process everything. And it’s all becoming too much.”
“Well, we can pause it for now and finish this conversation when you’re calmer.”
“No! I’m calm. I just need a minute. Please.”
For the next sixty seconds, we sit in strained silence. I stare out the window, fully aware of Adrian’s gaze lingering on me the entire time.
“Is there anything else you want to discuss?” he asks.
“Actually, there is. It’s one that’s been weighing heavily on my mind for the past few weeks.”
“What is it?”
“The baby.”
“I told you it’s not mine.”
“How do you know that? Did you ask for a DNA test?”
“I just know, okay?”
“That answer simply won’t do, Adrian.”
“Lucia was a fucking whore! She could’ve been sleeping with ten other guys for all I know.”
“And yet, you had unprotected sex with her. You put my health at risk just so you could get your dick wet. If I hadn’t already been tested and come back clear, I would’ve fucking taken a bat to your knee.”
“It was only a couple times, which is why I know I can’t be the father of her child. For the most part I used protection.”
“Sorry to burst your little bubble, but some women are known to get pregnant after just one time, you know?”
“Hope, please believe me when I say, I am not the father of Lucia’s baby.”
“Still, I think you should contact her and arrange for you to do a DNA test? Just for confirmation.”
“I deleted her number. I don’t even know where she lives now.”
“You need to find another way then, Adrian.”
“I don’t care to know. I want nothing to do with that baby or the baby’s mother.”
“What if it is yours? What if Zac has a half-sibling out there?”
“He doesn’t need to know. It’s probably best that he doesn’t know.”
“So, you’d just keep it from him?”
