“No. But they ran a pregnancy test as well, and that was when I found out I was pregnant with Maddie.”
“And you didn’t think it was possible?”
“Of course I thought it was possible. But it didn’t matter.”
“OF COURSE IT FUCKIN’ MATTERED!” I shouted.
She winced, and I turned on my heel, walking to the other side of the room to calm down. I would never hurt Caity. I might alternate between wanting to fuck her and kill her, but I’d never hurt her. I’d cut off my own fucking arm before I ever laid a hand on her.
“You would never have been her father, Cian. Eamon wouldn’t have allowed it. He’d never have let me get divorced. You know that.”
“There are ways of getting out of a marriage other than divorce, Caity.” I looked over my shoulder and smirked. “You aren’t fuckin’ married now.”
“He would have killed you!”
“He could have fuckin’ tried. Hell, he did fuckin’ try. More than once, and guess what, Caity?” I slammed my fist against my chest, and belted out, “I’m still fuckin’ standin’ here, and he isn’t. Neither of them is!”
Chapter Eight
Cian
I ran my hands through my hair as I stared at the wall. I turned and opened my mouth, not knowing what words would spill out when her phone rang. The look on her face when she saw the number was quick, but I caught something that looked like a mix of irritation and fear.
She turned around as she answered it. “Now is not a good time.” Her shoulders slumped, and she let out a breath. She looked over her shoulder at me and said, “I have company.”
I moved closer, hoping to catch the voice on the other end of the line.
“I’ll call you back when I can,” she ground out before disconnecting the call.
“Who was that?” I asked, knowing she wouldn’t tell me.
“None of your business,” she answered as she turned back to me. “Is there anything else you would like to accuse me of?”
“Caity,” I began, an apology forming in my head.
“Don’t fuckin’ bother.” She waved her hand in the air, dismissing me. “You could have simply asked about the clinic, Ci. Instead, you bust in here accusing me of wanting to kill my only child. How do you think she would feel if she heard you? Do you think she would have believed me when I said that wasn’t why I was there? She already hates me enough.”
She was right. I should have trusted her. Caity loved Maddie more than her own life, and I knew everything she’d done hadbeen to protect our daughter. Caity would have sacrificed her own life if it meant Maddie would be safe.
“I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough, Ci. You didn’t trust me.” Her voice was quiet and sad. As though my trust in her, or lack of, broke something that was already hanging on by a thread.
“You haven’t given me much reason to trust you, Caity.”
Her green eyes shimmered with a vibrant gold as she snarled, “Get. Out.”
“Caity.”
“I mean it. Get out of my house.” Her expression was set in stone now. There was no changing her mind. I sighed heavily, knowing I’d fucked up. I turned around and reached for the door. But before I opened it, I looked over my shoulder. “You know I can find out who you were talking to, right?”
“But you won’t,” she said confidently. “Not if you want me to trust you.”
I yanked the door open and walked out. She was right. Digging into her phone calls would be a breach of trust. If I’d kept my mouth shut and just done it, things would be different. There were other ways to get around that, though.
“What?” Sal answered when I dialed his number.
“I want to put cameras in Eamon’s house.”
