Chapter 38
As I walked away, Beckett’s face darkened. For a brief moment, panic flashed through his eyes. He started to take a step toward me–but then Delaney clutched her stomach and groaned.”
“Beckett, it hurts,” she gasped, then forced out a teary plea. “But Evelyn’s more important. Go after her.”
Beckett hesitated only a second before shaking his head. “No. Don’t worry about her. Right now, your condition is what matters most.”
He glanced down the hallway where I’d disappeared and I heard him mutter, “Evelyn’s just throwing a tantrum. She’s eight months pregnant, she’ll be terrified if I divorce her. I’ll talk to her later.”
Then he scooped Delaney up and carried her into the hospital room.
When I got home, I stood outside for a long moment, staring at the house that was supposed to be ours. Since Delaney returned to the country, Beckett had barely been home. I could no longer feel the warmth this house once held.§
I walked to the wall, took down our wedding photo and tossed it straight into the trash.
I didn’t want to leave a single trace of myself here–not one reminder of what used to be.
I packed up all our couple items and stuffed them into a trash bag. I was heading down the stairs with it when the front door suddenly swung open–Beckett walked in, carrying Delaney in his arms.§
When he saw me standing silently by the door, a flicker of guilt flashed across his face.
“She’s not feeling well after what you did,” he said, like that explained everything.
“Not feeling well, huh?” I scoffed. “Then why isn’t she in a hospital? Why the hell would you bring her here? Do you think our home is some kind of recovery center for mistresses?”
“Watch your words, Evelyn,” he snapped. “I’m trying to fix things here. Whether you like it or not, Delaney is staying in this house.”
Delaney chimed in, her hand moving to gently rub her belly. “It’s true, Evelyn. There’s nothing going on between Beckett and me, I’m only staying for the baby.“]
She said it just to provoke me.}
I could feel the anger rising in my chest, bubbling and hot. I looked at Beckett and said, firm and loud, “This is our house, Beckett. I don’t want her living here.”
Beckett paused. His face twisted like he was conflicted. But then Delaney grabbed his hand and placed it on her belly.
Beckett’s heart melted instantly. When he turned back to me, his voice was full of irritation. “That’s enough! You’re pregnant too–how can you have zero empathy?“>
“You pushed Delaney. I’m just trying to take care of her. If you don’t want her here, then maybe you should leave.”
His words hit like a slap.
I stared at him, the blood draining from my face. My whole body trembled.
And then I said, as clearly as I could, “As you wish.”
Tonight would be my last night in this house. After this, I’d be gone–and Beckett Shaw would be a closed chapter in my life.
With my decision made, I grabbed the trash bag in my hand and marched out the door.
Delaney’s voice followed behind me, laced with mock pity.”
“Don’t fight because of me, Beckett. Look, she’s so angry she even took down your wedding photo.”
Beckett’s voice rumbled low with frustration. “She’s just being dramatic. Once she realizes I’m not playing her game, she’ll come crawling back. 8
A tear slid down my cheek. I walked into the cold night and threw the trash away along with very last shred of love I had left for him.N
esa AM & d
