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The words fell like a thunderclap.
For a moment, Damian didn’t breathe. Then he shot up from his chair, his hand slamming against the desk so hard the whiskey glass toppled, shattering to the floor.
“Pregnant?” His voice roared through the room.
“Don’t you dare—don’t you f*****g dare stand there and tell me that lie!”
Clara flinched at his outburst, but she didn’t back away. She let the tears fall, her body trembling. “It’s true, Damian. That night… at the club. We were together. You don’t remember because you were drunk, but..”
“Shut up!” His fist crashed against the desk again, the veins in his neck bulging with fury.
“I didn’t touch you! I couldn’t have. You’re lying, Clara, and you know it!”
He stormed toward her, towering, his eyes blazing with such intensity that her
