Page 93 of Adam & Eve

refused to cry out. Eve did loud enough for the both of them.

“Just leave him alone. You tell me. Please stop this and just tell me. I don’t need the stress,”

she pleaded quietly, sounding defeated and tired.

I let Michael go. He crumbled to the floor in a heap beside Jenny. I was having trouble being

moved by her tears for another fucking man, but she was right. She didn’t need any undue stress while

she was pregnant. I made my way over to where she was seated. Just out of her reach, I rotated my

tense neck before speaking.

“He’s the reason my ex-wife knows where you live. Michael here told my wifey dearest

where she could find you, and she got it in her pea brain head that if she got rid of you, I’d go back to

her.”

She stared at me in confusion then I watched as her brain started and she slowly connected the

piece.

Her eyes widened. “You hired him?”

“Yes.”

“I knew it,” she mumbled under her breath. “And she wants to hurt me?”

“Yes.”

She swallowed hard, shaking her head violently. “All of this is because of you.” She stabbed

an accusatory finger at me while suddenly jumping up from her seat. “What else did you do? Now

that I think of it, you were responsible for what happened with Davis, too?” she blurted out of the

blue. “That’s why you were there that day looking like the cat that ate the canary.”

It was a question I wouldn’t answer ever. She read the truth in my eyes though.

“Oh my God, you did. You’re the devil. Do you know what I went through? Never mind. Just

take them and go. I can’t deal with them or your crazy obsessiveness right now. I’m pregnant, tired

and my feet hurt. Get the hell out,” she yelled and waved toward the door. I reached for her, and she

flinched away. “No. Don’t touch me. Just go, Adam. You have to let this fantasy of us being together

go. It is destructive,” she declared, a trail of tears streaked down her cheeks.

I hated to see her cry. I hated even more that I made her cry, but she had to understand that

there was no way I could do what she asked of me.

“What do you want from me, Eve?” I reached for her again.

She snatched away again and took several steps to distance herself as far away from me as