Vi stares at you as if you had just slapped her across the face.

“You’re… what?”

You can’t tell if she’s seething, about to cry, about to strike you down for being stupid enough to cheat on her—or kill you for being even stupider and getting yourself knocked up. Maybe all of the above.

Instead, her face breaks apart, betraying the way her mind wracks to make sense of the news. “S-So, you—“