“Morgan, wait.”
I rushed to her side and grabbed her hand. I wanted to place it on my chest where Jenna’s had been. Soothe the ache that she’d caused when I found out she’d slept with someone else.
“Is it true?” I asked stupidly. Of course it was true. She wouldn’t be here if it weren’t. She wouldn’t have come back to me if there weren’t a baby.
I looked down at her flat belly, quickly doing the math in my head.
“How far along?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
“Eleven weeks.”
My eyes narrowed, and I dropped her hand. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Jude,” her mother warned.
I looked at Bernadette Delany. Her eyes begged me to listen. But I shook my head. It had only been eight weeks since I was with Morgan, maybe nine. Not eleven. Eleven was too long. Eleven meant she had been with someone else.
I looked at the man behind her, taking a step forward. Was it him? Was he the motherfucker who’d gotten my woman pregnant? Morgan’s hand on my chest stopped me. I turned my head just in time to see a tear slip down her cheek.
She didn’t have a fucking right to cry. She was the one who fucking cheated.
Again!
“Why are you here?”
“Because I thought you would want to know.”
I stepped back, letting her hand fall away from me. “Want to know? Why the fuck would I want to know?” I ground out, taking another step back. I grunted out a laugh as I shook my head. “I fucked you and left, so you come here to what? Get me back?”
I looked at the man behind her again. His eyes were hard. Hatred directed at me. “That’s right, asshole. I fucked her. She loved every goddamn minute of it.”
“Rian, don’t,” Morgan said, placing a hand on his chest when he stepped forward.
“Jude, don’t be an asshole,” her mother said. “She came here to tell you about your baby.”
“It’s not my fucking baby. I wasn’t with her eleven weeks ago.”
Every muscle in my body was tense—strung out with the effort it took not to fall apart. I rubbed my hand over my chest. The phantom pain from the scars never went away, but it was always more intense when I felt the cold betrayal of someone I once loved.
Someone I still loved made it worse.
Morgan’s mother sighed. “The first two weeks don’t count.”
“What?”
What the fuck was she talking about?
“You know, for someone so smart, you’re fucking dumb,” Morgan snapped.
My head twisted around to glare at her. “What?”
“Prez, maybe you should take this into church,” B suggested as he hovered at my shoulder.
“Why?”
“Because you aren’t looking too good right now.”
I spun around and faced my VP. “What the fuck are you talking about? She fucking cheated, not me,” I shouted, pointing at my wife.
