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On some level, I realized he was trying not to piss me off or stress me out because of the baby,

but inadvertently, he was doing both with his messed-up attitude.

“Just say you’re mad so we can move on.”

“You’re damn right I’m mad,” he exploded, banging his hand against the table. “You left me.

You made plans to raise my child without me. That’s what happened, nothing will change that. Next

fucking subject.”

“Don’t next fucking subject me. Get it off your chest since it’s obvious you’ll sulk until you

do.”

“Sulking? I’m not sulking, I’m not a fucking child, Eve. You mind fucked me, and this is the

end result. I’m not fucking sulking. I’m broken, and you broke me. Can you imagine how I felt to find

out you were pregnant? Five months, Eve, and you didn’t try to contact me once. You never planned

on telling me, did you?” He got right up in my face, demanding his answer.

His anger warmed the space around us. I opened my mouth to lie, then closed it. Neither of

my explanations for why I wasn’t going to tell him would make him any less angry. I couldn’t form the

words, so I just shook my head.

“I knew you weren’t. You’re fucking selfish,” he snarled.

My head whiplashed back like he’d slapped me. I couldn’t believe he was accusing me of

being selfish.

“Stop pretending your selfishness isn’t the reason we’re here. You kidnapped—” I started but

stopped myself. I was not raising my blood pressure rehashing the past. “If we can’t come to a mutual

understanding and admit we’ve both made mistakes, I might as well leave. I still have enough of the

money you gave me to rent a place until after the baby comes and then I can get a job. You don’t even

have to be involved if you don’t want.”

I folded my arms across my chest and waited for him to respond.

Hurt flashed in his eyes. I ignored the feeling that came from it.

“So, it’s just that easy? Take it or leave it?” His tone was somewhat calmer.

“It has to be.” My voice was devoid of any emotions though all I was doing at that moment

was feeling. Later when I was by myself, I would blame it on the hormones. “I’ve said sorry and

promised I’d try. There isn’t anything more I can do.”

“I could almost hat—” he cut off his declaration of hating me midsentence. He dragged his




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