Not well.

It took him several seconds for his mind to register what his eyes were seeing. His wife, pregnant. He knew he hadn't fucked her bare in six months, last time he'd used a rubber a few months, once since Noriko had told him his baby was in her belly. This looked like it was no further along then Noriko's and his wife apologizing without saying anything confirmed in his mind that it wasn't his. Had it been his she'd be overjoyed and excited to tell him, this, this was not his.

"Who?" he asked her pointedly. "Who's the father? Who've you been fucking behind my back?"

"John ... I ... I"

"Who?" John reiterated, the volume and tone of his voice raising. "Don't, just don't Suki. I know it's not mine, you've not spread for me without a rubber in what? Six months? A year? Who did you spread for?" He didn't let her answer before he continued, "All these years you accuse me of cheating, going behind your back, the secretary, the VP in marketing, the young intern. How long has this been going on Suki? How long have you been unfaithful? Have you ever been faithful?"