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“Let go of me!” I yelled, pulling my hand free from his tight grip. My skin tingled where his fingers had been, but the heat of my anger burned hotter than anything else. My chest heaved, my heart racing as I glared at him.
Keith’s face twisted with anger, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought he might snap. “Tell me,” he barked, his voice sharp, “how many weeks were you pregnant? Or was it months? Were you planning to divorce me and run away
away with my child?”
His child? The words stung like a slap to my face. How dare he say that? He hadn‘ t
cared about me, not to mention the child I
lost. My throat tightened, but I refused to let him see my pain.
“Your child?” I shot back, my voice
trembling but loud. “If you want a child so badly, maybe you should have one with Georgia!”
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Keith scoffed loudly, throwing his head back like I’d just said the most ridiculous. thing. “So this is about Georgia, huh?” His lips curled into a mocking smile that only fueled my rage. “You‘ re so jealous of her that you decide to hide the fact you were pregnant with my child? And now you‘ re asking for a divorce just to take my child away? Is that your plan? Thank goodness I didn’t sign those papers.”
I could barely believe my ears. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought to stay calm. He was twisting the truth, making this about something it wasn’t. The nerve of him to stand there
acting like he cared now.
“You think I’m jealous of her?” I shouted, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions. “You‘ ve got it all wrong, Keith. You don’t even know what you‘ re talking about!”
He stood there, glaring at me, waiting for me to continue. His silence only pushed
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me further.
“It was right here, in this house, just days. ago, that I tried to tell you I was pregnant,” I said, my voice shaking but steady enough to cut through the silence. “I told you I had good news to share, something I was excited about. I wanted to tell you everything.”
Keith’s expression didn’t change, but I could see something flicker in his eyes.
“But what did you do, Keith? You left me,” I continued, my voice rising with every word. “You walked out that door in the middle of the night to go to Georgia. You didn’t even care that I was waiting for you, that I had something important to share. That was the night I needed you the most, and you weren’t there.”
Keith’s fists clenched at his sides, his face turning red with frustration. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and cold. “So, just because I went to Georgia to help her, you think there’s something going on
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between us? For crying out loud, Eden,
she’s in a fragile state.”
“Fragile state?” I repeated, laughing bitterly. The sound was hollow, empty, even to my own ears. “You think Georgia is fragile? You have no idea what fragile is,
Keith.”
He opened his mouth to respond, but I didn’t give him the chance.
“I was the one who was preg
pregnant with your child,” I said, my voice shaking with emotion. “I was the one in a fragile state. But you didn’t notice. You didn’t care.”
Keith froze, the anger draining from his face as his eyes locked onto mine. He looked shocked, almost as if he hadn‘ t expected those words.
“Was?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
I didn’t know when the words slipped out, but they had. I’d used the wrong tense. My secret, the one I’d promised myself to
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keep no matter what, was out. Keith now knew the truth–or at least enough of it. My baby was gone, and he had heard it in my voice.
Without thinking, I turned and ran to my room, slamming the door shut behind me. My chest heaved, my breath coming in sharp gasps. I pressed my back against the door, my legs trembling beneath me. I couldn’t cry. I wouldn’t cry. I’d made a promise to myself that no more tears would fall for him or anyone else.
Minutes felt like hours as I sat there, trying to calm the storm inside me. Then there
was a soft knock on the door. I froze.
“Ma‘ am,” the maid’s voice came through the door. “You have a visitor.”
I frowned. A visitor? Who could it possibly be? I didn’t get visitors, and especially not
now.
“She said to tell you she’s your sister,” the maid added before walking away.
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My sister? My heart sank. It could only mean one person–Georgia. What could. she possibly want now? I let out a hiss of frustration, pushing myself off the door and heading downstairs. Whatever it was, I would face her.
When I reached the bottom of the staircase, my eyes widened. There she stood, straight and tall, without her crutches. In fact, she was wearing heels- heels. She walked toward me with confidence, her steps light and deliberate, almost like she wanted to show off.
I froze, staring at her in disbelief. She was walking. Not limping, not leaning on anything–walking perfectly fine. So my suspicions were true. She had been pretending all along.
“I see you‘ re tired of the crutches,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “You can’t bear to act like a cripple anymore, can you?”
Georgia scoffed, tossing her hair over her
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- ik. It oulder. “And what if Keith finds out?” I rgiaked, imagining the look of shock on his Ilettice when he saw his precious Georgia yselfrutting around like she hadn’t fooled s. Wirm for months.
er lips curled into a smirk, and she let out ttomottaugh. “Oh, Keith,” she said, her tone nedencking. “He paid billions to get me a will. mor. Sweet, gullible Keith.”
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he agreement for the new buyer,” she ossing he casually. “Keith asked me to bring it to
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you. He said it needs to be ready by six. Here are the directions.” She motioned to a note tucked inside the folder.
I stared at her, trying to process what game she was playing now. Why would Keith send her to me?
Georgia turned to leave, but just as she reached the door, she stopped and looked back over her shoulder.
“Oh, and Eden,” she said, her voice cool and cutting. “I’m not bluffing, dear cousin. I won‘ t rest until I make Keith
mine again.”
