Page 64 of The Betrayal

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Page 64 of The Betrayal

“I am just hoping it’s Keaton’s.”

“And if it isn’t?” She asks the burning question.

“Then I have no idea,” I whisper, lifting my head from her chest and pushing the glasses onto my head as I angrily wipe the tear stains off my face.

“Keaton is a good man… I think he will prove you wrong.”

“I hope you’re right, I really do,” I tremble before she drags me back towards her and holds me tightly, not letting me go until I am ready.

Walking out of the store with a handful of pregnancy tests, I stash them inside my bag as we take a slow walk back to the hotel. I still couldn’t believe I had gotten myself into this situation. I knew me and Keaton hadn’t used protection a couple of times, so, given the odds of Keaton versus TallDarkandHandsome, Keaton was coming up trumps. But life doesn’t work out that way does it. Life can be cruel, and given the hand I have already been dealt in this shitty life, chances were the baby would work out to be his, whoever he was. I was blindfolded that night, I heard the sound of the wrapper being ripped open but what if he actually never used it? It was my first time; I don’t know how it should have felt.

Such an idiot.

We approach the hotel and I stop walking, looking up at the large building and my heart is drumming inside my chest at rapid speed as it skips beats.

“Whatever the outcome…” Sage says and I lock my hand with hers, our fingers linked as I give her a reassuring squeeze.

“Time to rip the plaster off…”

“Band-aid,” I correct her.

“We say plaster,” she scrunches her nose up.

“You’re in America now baby, we say band-aid,” and she swats the top of my arm and walks me back into the hotel where I am about to learn my fate.

And I think deep down I already knew what was about to come.

I just didn’t want to believe it.

We said our goodbyes and I walked towards my hotel room, and with every step that drew me closer, my heart thumped a little harder in my chest.

Letting myself in the room, my eyes seek out Keaton who gives me a handsome smile as his eyes land on me.

“Was thinking you may have done a runner on me, wife?” he teases, and my insides knot at the word wife leaving his lips.

It has no right sounding as hot as it did.

“Never,” I whisper, clutching my purse tightly under my arm.

“You okay?” his brows furrow as he steps closer to me and I step back, nodding.

“I just need to use the restroom,” I drop my eyes from his, suddenly it feels too much to be staring into the window of his soul when I could potentially wreck his world in the next five to ten minutes.

I don’t wait to hear what he says, just slip inside the room and lock the door behind me. Placing my purse on the countertop of the vanity unit, I curl my fingers round the edge and drop my head.

“Please, whoever is looking over me, whoever is guiding me down my path… please let this work out the way it should.”

Finally lifting my heavy head, I stare at myself in the mirror. This is it. I needed to pull my big girl panties up and pee on the stick.

Giving myself a nod at my reflection, I reach for my purse and grab the small brown bag with the tests in. Sage told me to get a normal and a digital and to do both, so, that’s what I was going to do.

Then come the waiting, and honestly, it was the longest three minutes of my life.

A knock on the door has me jumping back and spinning to face where the noise came from.

“Yeah?” I call out, nerves suffocating me.

“Are you okay?”




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