Page 230 of This Woman Forever

“It’s definite?”

“Well, she’s no expert, Sam, but what I do know is the picture she saw definitely wasn’t of a four-month pregnancy.” And that’s all I care about. It’s not mine. Thank fuck.

“So we’re definitely talking weeks. Maybe five, maybe six?”

“Four, five, six,” I breathe, exasperated. Only Coral knows exactly how many weeks. “Is this leading somewhere?”

“How long ago was The Manor’s anniversary party?”

I frown, casting my mind back, trying to work back through the weeks. It’s hard when my brain is mush, thank you, Amalie. “Sam, I’m not exactly operating at full capacity at the moment.”

“Let me help you out.”

“Please.”

“It was five weeks ago.”

Pausing, taking some water, I look at him over the glass, not liking where I think this might be heading. I place my water down. “Mate, to be clear,” I say, my voice tight, “when Coral showed up at The Manor that night, I didn’t go anywhere fucking near her.” The outrage and anger catches up with me, and I stand, fuming. “What kind of arsehole do you think I am?” Should I be asking that?

“Sit down,” he snaps, reaching for my arm and yanking me back down into my seat. “For fuck’s sake, get a grip.”

“You get a grip! Sitting here accusing me of fucking behind my wife’s back.”

He hitches a brow. I don’t appreciate it. “I’m not accusing you of anything.”

“Then—”

“Shut up.”

I recoil.

“Do you remember Drew disappearing?”

“N—” I snap my mouth shut. “Yeah, he left early. Right after you three had finished whatever it was you did.” It’s me raising my brow now. I won’t ask. Don’t care. What’s the fucking point of this?

“I couldn’t get hold of him the next morning. So after I left The Manor, I stopped by his place, and what did I find?”

I do not have the energy or brain power to play this game. “I don’t know Sam, what did you find?”

“Coral.”

I shoot back in my chair. “Excuse me?”

“I found Coral slipping out of his front door.”

I stare at Sam, mouth open. “Five weeks ago,” I murmur, and he nods. “Fuck, that’s why he was being all weird. And you fucking knew!” I stand, again, outraged. Again.

“Sit the hell down.”

I do, plonking my arse in the seat. “Fuck,” I gasp.

“Yeah.” Sam laughs, nervous. “Fuck indeed.”

I rake a hand through my hair. I can’t believe this. “And she, the fucker, tried to pass it off as mine?”

“Fucked up, man. Really fucked up.”

“Wait,” I say, something coming to me. “You know Coral turned up at Lusso this morning because Ava told Kate?”