Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“I convinced Kenneth that you might be able to help.” He wiped some sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. “She came to my house, drunker than a skunk and high on…something I haven’t been able to identify yet, and spent the night.”
“And fucked you while you slept…”
Eugene nodded once.
“Fuckin’ A. Why’d y’all have to bring me into this bullshit?”
“Because it was either bring you in, or tell Kenneth that I slept with her…and I know how much you like my face…”
Verity, who finally chose to stop hiding the fact that she was listening to every single detail, turned and surveyed Eugene’s face.
“There’s more to it…” Verity added in her two cents.
“The baby has a genetic anomaly that causes birth defects, and they said that if the baby makes it to term, the baby may need an immediate liver and or kidney transplant.” He licked his lips.
“Why not just tell them?” she finally asked.
“Because if I tell them, then I have to tell my brother that I slept with his wife, which will inevitably cause him to beat the shit out of me. It’s bad enough already. I need you to be the buffer,” Eugene admitted reluctantly.
I licked my lips and turned my gaze to the tabletop.
“I still don’t understand why you think I can help,” I told my cousin, who was sitting there looking so forlorn that it was sad.
I was literally sad for the man and what he had to endure.
But I didn’t know what else I was supposed to do. It wasn’t my kid. Wasn’t my wife nor my girlfriend, and Kenneth wasn’t my brother. He was my cousin…a cousin who I despised.
So yeah, I couldn’t really see it. And honestly, I felt no sympathy for the two outside.
The one inside, however, yeah—I didn’t even know what to say to that. You didn’t have to be a genius to figure out that Destiny had taken advantage of him.
How, I wasn’t sure, but I would be figuring that out.
“I want you to tell him.”
It came out so fast, that I had to slow down and think about what he just said.
“You want me to tell your brother that you slept with his wife, my ex-girlfriend, the woman who cheated on me with him. Do I have that correct?” I asked slowly.
Verity started to snicker from beside me, and she quickly turned to busy herself at the sink again.
She was peeling potatoes, and from what I could tell, doing a piss poor job at it since her hands and shoulders were starting to shake.
I leaned back in my chair to see what she was doing, and frowned when I saw frozen chicken thawing in the sink.
I didn’t bother to ask her what she was doing, especially since I could hear my cousin’s sniffles across from me.
I wanted to throw up.
“You still have crabs?” was the smart thing that came out of my mouth next.
Eugene gulped.
“No.” He shook his head. “Thank God.”
Verity dropped something into the sink.
I ignored her and continued to stare at my cousin.
“Are you sure that the kid’s yours?”
He nodded miserably.
“Whose else could it be?”
That was when I laughed.
***
Two hours later, plenty of crying, bitching, moaning and generally bad moods around, my family left—leaving me with one last thing to deal with.
I stomped into my house, in a much worse mood than I’d been in when I’d left it two hours before, and found myself staring at a meal spread out across my dinner table and no Verity in sight.
I prowled through the house, and growled her name. “Verity!”
She didn’t answer, but I knew she was here…somewhere.
Because her car was still here, and because she’d spent the last two hours silently watching the spectacle on the front porch with a look of glee on her face.
Though, it didn’t matter if she had left. I would’ve tracked her down.
Mostly because I wanted to know why the fuck she was wearing a wedding ring on her finger—one that I sure as hell didn’t give her.
She either got married in the short time since I’d last seen her, or there were some other reasons for her to be wearing it. A reason that I didn’t yet understand.
“Verity!” I bellowed when I didn’t find her in the bedroom or bathroom, either.
There was one last place to look, and that was my workshop.
And as I prowled down the steps and opened the door to my office, I was stunned to see it brimming with shit.
A lot of shit.
It hadn’t escaped my attention that she’d moved other shit in, too.
I’d seen the new couch—and had idly wondered what she’d done with my old one.
I’d also made note of the new bed, the clothes of hers hanging in the closet, the bras hanging from the shower rod, and the new fucking ugly ass rug on the living room floor.