Divorced And Pregnant: My Beautiful Escape

er fingers were cold and slightly trembling as she rested them on her still-flat abdomen. It was a gesture she had repea

y folded piece of paper. The letterhead of New York-Pre

e from the foyer shatte

n carpet as she walked toward the dark entryway. Her heart pounded

ging with it a rush of November's col

apartment. He tugged roughly at the knot of his

er than she had intended. She reached out

ing out in an impatient gesture. He didn

ole table dug into her lower back, sending a dull pain radiating through her body.

nts stiff, and picked up

neath it was a sweet, floral perfume. Chanel No. 5. A s

bric. There, nearly hidden in the shadows,

ir from her lungs. Her eyes snapped to the ma

against the crystal. He drank it down in three large gulps, his Adam's ap

y were cold, devoid of warmth, sweeping over her pale face as

the marble countertop w

t, a statement of fact that brooked no argument. "I wan

That name echoed through the empty space of the living room-her sister, the one who

d to hear it again, to confirm that the words were

eye seemed to deepen, a sign of his impatience. "Don't make me repeat myself. M

like a business transaction.

ed, the words catching in her th

Don't be greedy, Amelia. You'll get a gener

eading toward the master bedroom.

forward, her hand shooting out to grab the sleeve

burned him. With a flicker of

growl. "Don't think about contacting her. Don't g

he sound vibrated through the floor, travele

ng, silent hallway, staring