Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 90009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I force my gaze from Devon and stare at the other person in the room.
Marissa.
“How long has this been going on for?”
Her eyes slice to Devon in silent panic.
“The very least you can do is give me an honest answer after you’ve fucked the man I’ve been living with.”
Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips. “Four months.”
This has been going on for four months?
The words reverberate through my head.
Then she whispers, “I’m pregnant.”
“You’re… pregnant?”
With a nod, she inches her way closer to Devon. “He was going to tell you this weekend.”
Oh my God.
It’s like a hatch opens up beneath me and I’m in free fall.
Is this really happening?
I refocus my attention on Devon even as my head continues to spin. “I-is it true?”
For the first time since I stumbled upon them, ruddy color floods his cheeks, and his gaze darts away. “Yeah, it is.”
“Four months?” I shake my head as my knees weaken. Any moment now, I’m going to crumble to the floor. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“The situation is complicated,” he says with a huff.
“Complicated? You’re having a baby with another woman while living with me.” When he presses his lips together, I raise my voice. “Were you ever going to tell me? Or were you just going to continue living a double life?”
His hand drifts to the back of his neck, rubbing it like he’d rather be anywhere but here.
That makes two of us.
“I was trying to figure out a way to break things off without hurting you.”
A sharp laugh falls from my lips. “Well, congrats. You failed miserably on that front.”
“It would seem that I did.”
Marissa clears her throat and raises her brows at Devon.
Apparently, there’s more.
For fuck’s sake, how much worse could this get?
He shifts. “The two of us talked about it, and we feel that, given the situation, it would be best if you put in your notice.”
My eyes widen. “You… want me to quit?”
Marissa sidles up to Devon before wrapping her arm around him and leaning into his side. “It would be awkward to have you around when this should be a happy and stress-free time for me.” Her hand settles on her abdomen. “And our baby.”
“You’re absolutely right. I can see how my presence would be an uncomfortable reminder that you’ve been screwing my boyfriend behind my back for months.”
Devon frowns before dropping a kiss against the top of Marissa’s dark head. “There’s no reason we can’t handle this situation like adults.”
“You’ve had months to wrap your brain around what you two have been up to. I, on the other hand, just stumbled across it. So, you’ll have to excuse me if I’m still trying to play mental catchup.”
The look he gives me is pitying, and I hate it. “Let’s be honest, Lilah. Our parents talked us into this relationship, and for a while, it was easy and comfortable.”
I nod, the sting replaced by a clarity I didn’t have before walking through that door. He’s not wrong. Our family connection helped me land the job and then our parents kept throwing us together at every opportunity.
“If you didn’t want to be in a relationship, then you should have manned up and said something instead of lying to me, all the while screwing around behind my back with a colleague.”
“It’s not like we were friends,” Marissa interjects.
As if that somehow makes it better.
Or absolves her.
“I guess that’s why you had every right to take what was mine.”
“He was never yours to begin with,” she says quietly.
“Wow. Okay, I guess we’re done here.” Even though there’s so much more I want to say, I keep it trapped inside. Instead, I reach up and tear my work badge from my blouse before tossing it onto his desk.
As I spin on my heel and stride to the door, Devon says, “I’ll have all your belongings boxed up from the apartment. Just let me know where to send them.”
Un-fucking-believable.
I straighten my spine. “Once I figure it out, you’ll be the first to know.”
Even though it’s tempting to slam the door until it rattles on its hinges, I close it quietly behind me.
Fuck him.
And her.
Oh God… Devon and Marissa are not only having an affair, they’re having a baby together. I want to double over with the pain that floods my system.
Is this really the same man who, just six months ago, laughed when I brought up the possibility of having children before letting me know that parenthood wasn’t in his five-year plan?
And now he’s having a baby with another woman.
My mind continues to spin and my hands tremble as I step inside the elevator. It takes forever as it descends to the lobby.
As I pass by Mike for a second time, he glances at the Chicago Railers jersey I’m wearing beneath my jacket. “Have fun at the game tonight, Ms. Monroe.”