---- "T called you over a hundred times and sent dozens of messages. You didn't respond to a single one. I've been waiting here for two weeks. "T'm standing right in front of you, trying to make this right. How long are you going to keep up this drama?" I looked at him calmly. "Matthew, I suggest you book an appointment with a psychiatrist. We never even slept together. So, how exactly would I be carrying your child?" "That night at the bar-I was drunk. You took me home and undressed me. We were in bed together. Then you told me your period was late. What else was I supposed to think?" Irolled my eyes. "Nothing happened that night because you couldn't even get it up. And as for my cycle? It's always been irregular. "But more importantly, we're over. I'm now Mrs. Rockefeller. So, do us both a favor and stop harassing me." ---- His voice cracked. "That's not possible! You loved me. You were crazy about me. There's no way you married someone else." I calmly pulled out the marriage certificate from my purse and held it up. "Take a good look. This is an official marriage certificate from Avalon City Hall." The moment he saw the embossed seal, his face drained of color. Matthew just stood there, completely stunned.