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“Why do I not love him?”

She says like it was a normal thing to say, I stop layla from growling and I nod.

“Because he’s not mine”

I frown at her

“I produced eggs but I can’t carry a baby. We did IVF and our friend became our surrogate but her and my husband had an affair. They denied it, always said it wasn’t true but I knew. She carried her baby to my husband but not mine. I told her I didn’t want it, he agreed to wash his hands of it too but then the bitch died in childbirth”

She snorts shaking her head

“We had no other choice but to take it, clearly you wouldn’t understand but loving another woman’s child isn’t possible”

She tells me nodding to my belly, my jaw ticks as I try not to glare at her.

“The only good thing in my life was my husband. After the tramp died he became a real mate, he looked after his mistake and I stayed away. Then he died. He did. Not the mistake! my fucking mate did and who came back to life? Not my mate. No, that thing rose from the ashes and actually