“But I reminded him that you were my business. Mine. I decide what happens to you. Me!”
Given his vehement response, it probably wasn’t a good time to declare she wanted a divorce.
Death would be faster.
And probably more satisfying, except she currently was at a disadvantage. No kitty popping out meant no chance against Andrew.
Thank for the reminder that I’m stuck. Her kitty went off to pout again.
It just added to the surreal moment. She needed to escape before the scream building within her unleashed.
“I have to go.”
“So soon? Why?”
Would Andrew take offense if she said she needed to get away from him because he’d obviously gotten a bit of loon in whatever drugs he’d taken? “I have to go check on the boys.”
“No need to leave. They’re fine. See?” Andrew aimed a remote at the television, and it blinked from an aquarium scene to a room lit in bright green.
She took a step forward, jaw dropping at the sight. “You’re spying on our kids?”
“I prefer to think of it as keeping an eye on the investment.”
“They’re not lab rats, you bastard. They’re your children.”
He arched a brow. “Are you sure of that?”
He did not. Oh yes he did.
“Are you implying I slept around? You know I was never unfaithful. Those babies might have come from a tube, but they’re still a part of both of us.”
Andrew shook his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, wife. They’re not mine at all.”
The roaring white noise in her ears didn’t let her hear if he said anything more. What more could he say? He’d just taken her world and turned it upside down.
If Andrew spoke the truth, and the boys weren’t his, then were they even hers? She should have stayed and asked, but she couldn’t. Couldn’t bear to hear more of his vile truths.
Blinded by his words, she somehow stumbled from Andrew’s presence and managed to make her way to the ground floor. She staggered from the elevator, ignoring the curious glances of those waiting to grab it.
Air. I need air. She bolted for the front doors, bursting out into the crisp evening. She sucked in a heavy lungful, but it didn’t clear the taint from her lungs. All of her being was tainted with Andrew’s revelation. As she leaned against the building outside, she reeled, and her breath came in short, panicked pants.
What if the boys aren’t mine?
Furry slap. Her feline growled. Those are our cubs. The boys, no matter what DNA ran in their veins, were Melanie’s in every way that counted. She’d carried them, birthed them, changed their poopy asses, and bandaged their cuts.
They are mine.
Her cat snorted and then took a big, exaggerated sniff. It hit Melanie.
Their scent. How could she forget the fact that her little tykes smelled feline and were the spitting image of Daryl at that age? How could she have doubted for even a second. They are my flesh and blood . No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Yet, if Andrew told the truth and he hadn’t contributed the other half, then who provided the male gene to her sons?
Who is their true daddy?
“You shouldn’t be out here.”
A scream got caught in Melanie’s throat, and she pushed against the hard wall at her back. She blinked at the lizard man that drifted to the ground on leathery wings.
What a strange sight. Sure, she’d heard about the flying dinomen plaguing town, but to see one in person? Seeing one also made her wonder, did I get the sane or crazy lizard? An answer that would determine her chances for survival.
Because, according to sources, there were two—the one that wouldn’t hesitate to tear a man to pieces and the one who seemed to want to be on their side.
Please don’t let it be the killing lizard.
Wings pulled tight against its back, jutting in a tall peak over the shoulder. The man, with scaled skin and alien features, cocked his head. “You shouldn’t be outside. There are monsters about.”
You don’t say. An urge to giggle clenched her teeth tight, and
Given his vehement response, it probably wasn’t a good time to declare she wanted a divorce.
Death would be faster.
And probably more satisfying, except she currently was at a disadvantage. No kitty popping out meant no chance against Andrew.
Thank for the reminder that I’m stuck. Her kitty went off to pout again.
It just added to the surreal moment. She needed to escape before the scream building within her unleashed.
“I have to go.”
“So soon? Why?”
Would Andrew take offense if she said she needed to get away from him because he’d obviously gotten a bit of loon in whatever drugs he’d taken? “I have to go check on the boys.”
“No need to leave. They’re fine. See?” Andrew aimed a remote at the television, and it blinked from an aquarium scene to a room lit in bright green.
She took a step forward, jaw dropping at the sight. “You’re spying on our kids?”
“I prefer to think of it as keeping an eye on the investment.”
“They’re not lab rats, you bastard. They’re your children.”
He arched a brow. “Are you sure of that?”
He did not. Oh yes he did.
“Are you implying I slept around? You know I was never unfaithful. Those babies might have come from a tube, but they’re still a part of both of us.”
Andrew shook his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, wife. They’re not mine at all.”
The roaring white noise in her ears didn’t let her hear if he said anything more. What more could he say? He’d just taken her world and turned it upside down.
If Andrew spoke the truth, and the boys weren’t his, then were they even hers? She should have stayed and asked, but she couldn’t. Couldn’t bear to hear more of his vile truths.
Blinded by his words, she somehow stumbled from Andrew’s presence and managed to make her way to the ground floor. She staggered from the elevator, ignoring the curious glances of those waiting to grab it.
Air. I need air. She bolted for the front doors, bursting out into the crisp evening. She sucked in a heavy lungful, but it didn’t clear the taint from her lungs. All of her being was tainted with Andrew’s revelation. As she leaned against the building outside, she reeled, and her breath came in short, panicked pants.
What if the boys aren’t mine?
Furry slap. Her feline growled. Those are our cubs. The boys, no matter what DNA ran in their veins, were Melanie’s in every way that counted. She’d carried them, birthed them, changed their poopy asses, and bandaged their cuts.
They are mine.
Her cat snorted and then took a big, exaggerated sniff. It hit Melanie.
Their scent. How could she forget the fact that her little tykes smelled feline and were the spitting image of Daryl at that age? How could she have doubted for even a second. They are my flesh and blood . No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Yet, if Andrew told the truth and he hadn’t contributed the other half, then who provided the male gene to her sons?
Who is their true daddy?
“You shouldn’t be out here.”
A scream got caught in Melanie’s throat, and she pushed against the hard wall at her back. She blinked at the lizard man that drifted to the ground on leathery wings.
What a strange sight. Sure, she’d heard about the flying dinomen plaguing town, but to see one in person? Seeing one also made her wonder, did I get the sane or crazy lizard? An answer that would determine her chances for survival.
Because, according to sources, there were two—the one that wouldn’t hesitate to tear a man to pieces and the one who seemed to want to be on their side.
Please don’t let it be the killing lizard.
Wings pulled tight against its back, jutting in a tall peak over the shoulder. The man, with scaled skin and alien features, cocked his head. “You shouldn’t be outside. There are monsters about.”
You don’t say. An urge to giggle clenched her teeth tight, and
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