Distractions. My eyes narrowed at her at the word. For her own good, she better not be speaking about my wife. Just the idea of being mates with Rowena felt false. Wrong, somehow. Like, it didn’t make sense. She had brought it up before, playing with the idea, taunting me with it but every day I sp
Fiona’s POV The moon is shining exceptionally bright overhead. Its beauty is unaffected by the turmoil I am going through. I walk unsteadily on the road where crickets are my only companions. Now, that the adrenaline has seeped out of me, the burn on my wrist hurts even with the slightest movement
“You are an accomplice in that crime!” I snap at her, unable to stand her face for a second longer. “Forgive me, please. Forgive me.” She breaks into sobs again and I grit my teeth against the rage that fills me. “Get out.” I tell her, from between clenched teeth. I sigh deeply once she leaves. T
Fiona’s POV Pregnant. I read the word over and over again. Ever since I escaped the living hell that was the factory, I have felt oddly numb. It is as if rejecting Micah killed a part of me. The rejection had been painful, both emotionally and physically and a part of me was ripped away with it.
I told them how we just weren’t right for each other and could no longer be together. It hadn’t gone well and despite my shielding them from the truth, they had already created a bias against Micah, convinced that he did something wrong. “I can’t believe Micah would turn out like this. I liked him
Micah’s POV I swerve at the last moment, nearly avoiding crashing into the incoming car. Some driver puts his middle finger out and screams at me. I stop the car with a start and rest my forehead against the steering wheel, breathing deeply. I, Fiona Richards, reject you, Micah Lancaster, as my ma
Micah, I have always been grateful to you for helping me out when my father needed it the most. But a marriage needs love not gratitude and we both know that I have never loved you. Our marriage should have ended a long time ago and it’s time for us to stop living a sham. By the time you read this
Micah’s POV Blood drips from my hand and on the floor until there are droplets of red everywhere. I take my hands and rub them over my face as more worry takes over me and the blood paints my face crimson. The next few hours blur into each other as I reel from a state of madness and devastation. I