Something had happened to him, hearing it was a girl. He was crying and yet beaming.
“You’re pleased?” I asked with a smile as I pulled my shirt down and lifted my trousers back over my bump.
Victor held out a hand to help me up.
“A girl. I bet she’ll be beautiful, just like her mama.” Victor leaned over and pressed a kiss to my forehead, a hand on either side of my head. “I love you so much.”
I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood there, enjoying his words and his touch.
“Sorry,” Victor said, stepping back. “I forgot…”
“Victor, it’s okay. It’s an important day; you’re bound to be emotional,” I assured him, my voice shaking.
It wasn’t to do with the scan though, or the news of our baby being a girl; it was the way he looked at me. How he kissed me, how he held me.
I was so fucked for this man. He just couldn’t know.
Instead, I reminded myself of what he’d done and asked what I really wanted to know. Had he been sleeping with us both at the same time?
“Victor…I need to know something.”
Victor stared at me. “Okay?”
“Did you and Cami…were you with her at the same time as me? Sexually?” I questioned, forcing myself to meet his gaze.
He looked crushed but rubbed the back of his neck and exhaled slowly.
“I slept with her after we…” Victor responded, waving a hand at my belly. “The time we had sex.”
The only time we’d had sex in a whole year. “How many times? With her?” I whispered, determined to know. My nails dug into my palms, but I thrived on the pain. Anything that wasn’t this pain.
“Four times in the past few months.” Victor bowed his head, and I imagined him sleeping with that tramp fourfuckingtimes.
“Did you use protection?” I hissed, folding my arms across my chest as I glared at him. God, if he hadn’t?—
“I did, Lila. I did.”
I didn’t feel any better. So, I kept going, right there in the sonographer’s office like I was on the Maury show.
“Have you seen her since?”
Victor looked up then, his eyes wide before he frowned. “Only to tell her to leave us the fuck alone.”
That still made me wild with envy. I bet she’d tried to get him back into her bed, the fucking slut.
I nodded. “Would you have stopped? If she hadn’t sent me that video?”
“Fuck, Lila…” Victor closed his eyes and his shoulders dropped. “I was a fucking idiot, and if I’d had any sense at all, I wouldn’t have touched another woman.”
“That’s not answering the question.” Tears blurred my vision as he sighed.
“I was too much of a pussy to have told you, but I’d have stopped. Yeah.”
I looked away, inhaling slowly. I wanted to believe him, but how could I know?
“Shall we go?” I suggested, avoiding his gaze.
“Can I askyousomething?” Victor countered, stepping in front of me and tipping my chin back.
