The door slammed open without warning.
Stewart stormed in, swept my box off the desk with one arm, and sent everything crashing to the floor. His face was white-hot with rage.
"What is wrong with you? I told you to say YOU were the one who called it off!"
"Now everyone out there is calling Vivian a homewrecker. Did you spread that on purpose?"
"Post a correction right now, and then apologize to Vivian! She's so upset she's threatening to terminate the pregnancy!"
Listening to him hurl accusations at me, I almost laughed.
### Chapter 3
Mid-rant, Stewart's gaze snagged on the gauze wrapped around my head.
The alcohol had worn off by now, and a flicker of guilt crossed his face. "Your head..."
Before he could finish, Vivian burst through the door, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe:
"Stewart, maybe I should just go get rid of the baby right now! Better that than having everyone call it a bastard!"
Stewart panicked. He pulled her into his arms, his voice going impossibly soft:
"Don't talk like that. You're not the other woman, and our baby is not a bastard!"
"We have a marriage certificate. You are my lawful wife."
"Anyone who says otherwise, I'll destroy them."