He swept Dora into his arms like a dog receiving a treat, his voice pitched low—but just loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.
"Ms. Fox... you really mean it? You'll let the baby in your belly call me its father?"
Every drop of blood in my body turned to ice. I stared at Dora, unable to process what I'd just heard.
"You... slept with him? You're pregnant?"
Dora's jaw tightened. Fury and defiance warred across her face, her teeth clenched so hard the muscles in her cheek twitched.
"Yes! So what? You get to screw around overseas, but I can't find a decent man?"
And right in front of me, she threw herself into Guy's arms.
"At least Guy is clean! At least he's pure—unlike you!"
She jabbed a finger toward the security guards flanking the entrance.
"Get this filth out of my sight. Don't let him contaminate my engagement party!"
Two guards seized my arms immediately, hauling me toward the door.
I struggled against their grip, craning my neck to lock eyes with Dora. A bitter smile twisted my lips.
"Dora. Before you throw me out—just answer one question."
I pointed at Guy, who stood there looking insufferably smug.
"Did you know he has HIV?"
The words detonated like a bomb.
