Laura stared at him, her face hardening like stone. "I'm not divorcing you, Dylan. Not that easily. What the hell are you thinking? We agreed to raise the goddamn baby together."
"I'm not the father of that child, Laura," Dylan replied coldly, his tone flat and unwavering. "I've never had sex with you."
"Oh, really?" she snapped, standing abruptly. "If that's what you've convinced yourself of, then you seriously need to see a doctor. Have you forgotten screwing me in that hotel room?"
"You were too drunk, Laura," Dylan growled. "How can you be so sure it was me who actually fucked you?"
Laura's jaw dropped, disbelief quickly swallowed by pure fury. "Because we were in the room together, Dylan! Do I need a damn PhD to figure that out?"
"Maybe you do," he shot back, eyes burning. "Maybe you need a doctorate to convince yourself of a lie. Because I never stuck my dick into you."
