Too Late I'm Carrying His Child

r body was tired, but h

her pillow. She could not throw it away.

again. Her baby. Her onl

the house, as always. No

mansion was loude

ed air. She needed to see something other

go near his company building. Maybe her heart was still foolish. Maybe she st

l glass tower that carri

r doors she saw

was not

is arm like she belonged there. Cassandra. His mistress. She wore a

t would not move. Her heart cracked as she watched Cassandra lean c

annah, some at Nathaniel and Cassandr

e wife?" someo

oks so

he chose

, frozen, staring at the man who once stood before the altar

e, loud enough to cut through t

ll of poison sugar. "She is nothing. If she refuses to leave, drag her out. Throw her

. Her chest felt like it

deep voice answered, flat and sharp, "D

than any slap. He was planning to throw her out. He had alr

ing her eyes. Her baby. Their baby. Did he really me

er. "Good. You deserve better than a weak littl

ed, carrying her away from the building. Her tears blur

nearby. She sat on a bench, her

He really wants me gone...

eld the child from the cruel world waiting outside. "But I

h a spark of fire. If Nathaniel and Cassandra wanted her gone,

her. Where would she go? How

It was a message

e need to ta

t did he mean? Was he go

d, like a bird in a cage that was a

, waiting. The mansion was dark, only

tepped in, tall, cold, untouchable. He

slowly, "we can't ke

led. "You want

rp. "You already

ut her eyes wet with fire. "And what about the

followed was he

ed. He stepped closer,

now I never wanted you. Don't m

caught. Her

spered back at her: *Fight.

ned into hers, Savannah

close. The pa

or her child