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The revelation that Alexander is a father leaves me in complete disbelief, and from the look on his face, it seems he's equally taken aback. Sophia's words hang in the air, and the atmosphere in the room becomes charged with tension and surprise. After her disclosure, he storms off, seeking solace in the refuge of his office.
Driven by curiosity and concern, I silently trail behind him, entering his office with no hesitation, my heart pounding with uncertainty. The tense atmosphere inside the room is palpable, and I notice him biting his lip, his gaze fixed on something beyond the window. His fingers tap the top of his desk, a telltale sign of his inner turmoil.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, feeling the weight of the situation. "I know this must be a shock."
He turns to face me, his expression conflicted. "You're not the one who should apologize," he says. "I'm not even sure if I should believe her."
A frown creases my forehead as I process his words. "You think she's lying?" I ask, seeking to understand the reasons behind his skepticism.
"This whole situation is just so strange," Alexander mutters, his agitation clear as he paces back and forth in his office. "She comes back, and suddenly there's a child involved when I don't even want her in my life anymore."
A sigh escapes me as I try to offer a different perspective. "Maybe she was afraid," I suggest, wanting to consider all possibilities.
He raises an eyebrow, his skepticism apparent. "Are you defending her?"
Feeling defeated, I raise my hands in a gesture of surrender. "We have to be open to considering all possibilities," I insist.
Alexander lets out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes at my suggestion. "This isn't even a valid option," he retorts.
A wave of uncertainty washes over me as I contemplate the implications of my next question. "What if I'm pregnant?" I inquire, seeking to understand his stance on a different scenario.
I catch Alexander's gaze, and it's as if he sees right through me, making me feel like a complete fool. He runs his hands through his hair in frustration, his eyes glancing out of the window in contemplation. The intensity of the moment makes my heart race, and it feels like it's lodged in my throat.
Feeling overwhelmed, I try to steady myself by putting my trembling hands in my pockets, trying to hide the nervousness that courses through me. The silence in the room is deafening, and I can't help but wonder what he's thinking, my mind racing with a million outcomes to this emotional rollercoaster.
"I know you'd be honest with me," he says, his voice softening. "You wouldn't run away or hide the truth from me."
I lower my gaze, feeling the weight of his words sinking in. "You're right," I admit. "It wasn't fair of me to ask."
He leans in closer. "I'm not giving up on my child, if it's mine," he assures me. "It's just a lot to process, and I need some time to figure things out."
