“Yeah,” I sighed. “Oh shit.” I closed my eyes against the pain. “I asked her again if it was possible. She was adamant that it wasn’t. She told me she was already pregnant when we were together but didn’t know yet. Said she found out a few days later. She fuckin’ lied to me.”
“Ci, she lied to you every day for almost thirty years. Why are you pissed now when you weren’t pissed when you found out?”
“Because I fuckin’ believed her when she said she didn’t know.”
I stood up from my desk and grabbed my keys.
“Where are you going?”
“To do what I should have fuckin’ done months ago,” I hissed, storming out of my office and almost running into Duncan on the way out.
“Where’s the fire?” he shouted.
I didn’t wait for the elevator; I shoved open the door to the stairs and heard Mac respond, “In his fuckin’ heart.”
Damn right it was. I rubbed my chest, the spot where my heart was beating faster, as I rushed down the stairs. She fucking lied to me.
I drove out of the garage under the building that held our offices and pulled into traffic. I should have walked. It was only a few blocks, and maybe I could have burned off some of this anger. Instead, I stewed even more, getting angrier by the second as I yelled at the cars in front of me.
I slammed my hands on the steering wheel as another cab cut me off. My anger was out of control. I should have taken Mac up on his offer to hit the gym. He would have let me pound on him in the ring to work off the rage that was coursing through my blood.
She fuckin’ lied.
Twenty-eight years I missed out on as Maddie’s father. Maybe if she’d known, she would have come to me when she was pregnant. She wouldn’t have been so scared to tell us about her husband and her son.
I would have been there when Henry was born. I would have walked my daughter down the aisle instead of her getting married in a fucking chapel in Vegas.
All the time we lost. The children we could have had. The life we could have lived. Together. If she’d only told me the fuckin’ truth.
What else had she lied about?
What else had she kept from me?
Were there other files she hadn’t told us about?
Other information she’d kept to herself?
Does she even fucking trust me?
Had she ever fucking trusted me?
I pulled into the parking garage and slammed on the brakes before I drove headfirst into the concrete wall. Then, I slammed the car door as I climbed out and had no other option than to wait for the elevator.
Every second I stood there waiting for the elevator doors to open, my anger built. Every moment on the elevator, as I waited for the doors to open, my pain pressed down on me.
When the doors finally opened, I walked into my apartment, and my girls turned to look at me.
“We may have found something,” Maddie said excitedly.
Caity just watched me. The smile on her face when I walked in dropped quickly when she saw the state I was in.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Caity
“Did you really not know?” my daughter asked.
I bit my lip, not wanting to answer her question. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes against the tears. I’d just gotten her back. I didn’t want to tell her the truth and risk her getting angry again.
