"Not a chance."

Doubts about the paternity test nagged at him. After his flare-up, he began to sense that something was off.

Although the conclusive results were still pending, he knew that whoever was pulling the strings would soon be exposed.

He had initially come to apologize to her, but events had spiraled out of control.

He claimed to be disciplining her, yet not once had he harmed her.

Rather, he went out of his way to ensure her comfort.

Lowering his voice, tinged with a hint of charm, he said, "I was the one doing all the work just now. Weren't you the one enjoying it?"

Mortified, Raegan shoved him away.

“How dare you!"

But Mitchel only tightened his grip on her. He kissed her hair, caressed her cheek, and murmured, "I'm sorry. Can you stop pissing me off and confronting me?"

Raegan paused, bewildered by his sudden change of tone.

He seemed to have sensed something off about that test.

Raegan assumed he was trying to placate her, solely for the sake of the baby.

"I'm not pissing you off. I know my worth. I won't overstep," she replied.

It had been too long since she truly understood him. He was soothing her, not out of love, but out of possessiveness.

Should she even slightly cross his boundaries, he'd withdraw his affection, making her pay for her supposed transgression.

Hope had long since left her heart for him.

No longer could she endure the indignities stemming from his distrust.

She longed for only one thing. It was divorce.

Mitchel sensed the hint of sarcasm in her words. He didn't anticipate immediate forgiveness in the first place.