Fuck!
“You okay?” Brenda, an older colleague asked me. Her salt and pepper bob moved with her as she tilted her head to peer at me. “You look kinda peaky.”
She’d appeared at my side out of nowhere, making me jump. I clutched my chest and forced a laugh.
“Sorry, I was in my own world,” I explained, still eyeballing the paint cans.
She followed my gaze, noticing my hesitation. “You want some help with these?”
Oh, fuck, how much could I lift? I didn’t even know.
“Uh…” I stared at the tins and tried to come up with an excuse. “I’ve hurt my back, that’s all. I need to be careful.”
Brenda’s eyes widened. “Gotcha. I’ll do the paints then; you go on checkouts.”
My body almost sagged with relief.
“You can sit down there too, it might help,” Brenda added.
I could’ve kissed her.
“Thank you,” I said, turning away before she could see the tears in my eyes.
Why was I crying?!
What the hell?
I really needed to get a pregnancy book or research online. I had no clue what was happening to my body and I was just exhausted. My mind felt like it was on fire and all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball on the floor and sob.
And I was only eleven weeks pregnant. It’s only going to get harder, right?
33
VICTOR
Cami answered the door with sleepy eyes, rubbing one with the heel of her hand. She was wearing tiny shorts and a little camisole, but I felt absolutely nothing.
How could I have ever thought she was worth risking my marriage for?
Her eyes widened when she saw me, and she bounced on her tiptoes, reaching out for me.
I stepped back and shook my head, glaring at her.
“I don’t know what the fuck you think this is, but I can bet you’re wrong.”
Cami flinched, her chin lifting. “So, you turning up at my door at six in the morningisn’tyou wanting us to get back together?”
I scoffed; I couldn’t help it. “I’m not sure what you expected to happen, sending my wife the video of us, but it only made me see you for what you are. A tramp.”
She gaped at me, her eyes flashing with fury. “How fuckingdareyou? Look at the fuckingstateof you.” Her lip curled as she wrinkled her nose.
Like I gave a fuck what she thought of me.
“You need to fuck off and leave us alone. You were a mistake, and I’m here to tell you once and for all not to contact me—or my wife—again. Especially not my fuckingwife. Got it?” I raised my brows at her, checking her understanding.
“And if I don’t?” Cami glared at me, hands on her hips.
Who would even want a guy who called her a mistake and a tramp, for fuck’s sake?
