Annie’s POV“You’re pregnant,” the doctor says.“I’m pregnant,” I whisper in awe more so to myself than the doctor. I instinctively bring my hand to my belly."Yes, you are. Congratulations." He hands me the B-Ultrasound picture. I study the small black blob on the granny photo and I can’t help but
Annie’s POVEvery muscle in Eric’s back tenses up. I brace myself for his reaction, whether that might be apathy, amusement, or anger. Unfortunately, I don’t expect him to be apologetic.Eric has never apologized to me once in his life. Instead, he either buys me something expensive or turns the sit
5 Years LaterRenee’s POVI stand before the mirror and put on the finishing touches of my makeup. I click on the cap of the lipstick and take a step back. My reflection catches me by surprise. I stare at the woman in the mirror and like what I see.No longer is there a timid and submissive wife. Th
Third Person POVEric and Andrew stand gobsmacked for a moment. Did she just ask what I think she asked? Eric wonders to himself, while Andrew just starts cackling.Just then the old woman reaches them and Eric’s gaze hardens. "You should really keep track of your young," Eric reprimands Margaux. He
Renee’s POV"Seriously," I laugh out loud. The old me would have slinked off, tried not to make a scene. But not the new me. The new me isn't going to let Mia get away with this.People begin to crowd to see what’s going on. The pressure comes to a boiling point. Luckily, Eric hasn't noticed me caus
Renee’s POVMy heart slams against my chest as Eric’s grip on my wrist tightens. His eyes bore into mine and my instinct is to break eye contact, he is the Alpha after all. Staring directly into his eyes is a sign of dominance, which is exactly why I can’t look away.He holds my gaze while he uses h
“I’m fine,” I say and mean it too. Eric doesn’t know who we are, I have a high paying job, we’re safe inside our barren walls.“Well, I have some news that’s going to make you feel even better.” Jasper coyly.I perk up at this. “…and?” I ask hoping he can hear the smile in my voice.“I found a new m
Renee’s POVAndrew's words hang in the air, the silence growing more uncomfortable. I open my mouth to protest or at least act confused but it’s Mia’s voice who comes out instead.“What are you talking about? Annie has been dead for five years.” I try not to brash at her statement. I find myself loo
the other if he’s guilty or innocent. The security guard up by the judges seat also as a stone-cold look about him. He reminds me of Andrew in his broad build and serious look, only difference is Andrew would defend Eric until death- this security guard looks as though he’s here to defend othe
The next two weeks become a blur. Mia leaked she was suing Eric to the media. Needless to say the public is in a frenzy l. We can’t so much as go grocery shopping without being bombarded by flashing lights and people shouting their opinions at us. Even at night when I close my eyes I see con
we were looking at one another she figured as much,” I guess that’s what I get for having Margaux be around in our lives for so long, she can pick up on these things. The boat, which really is more like a mini yacht await our boarding. It’s white with black linings and a wooden deck is being
We leave the restaurant just as local news shows up outside the building. Ducking inside Eric’s car, my heel breaks and I nearly fall. Eric catches me by my arm. I look up at him and he grins. “You need better shoes,” he says referring to the time my heel broke when I modeled by design outfit.
fancy but I never was one who enjoyed to get all glamours and I did warn him that I wasn’t going to be the old wife that he once had, the one who would’ve dressed in the most elegant and fanciest clothing just to appease him no matter how out of place I felt. So, I decide to where what I like.
I’m pulled from sleep by something brushing up against my thigh. My eyelids flutter open, light filtering into my vision. “Good afternoon,” Eric whispers into my ear, it’s then that I realize it’s his palm making soft strokes against my upper thigh. His touch callouses scratch against my bare
just as unhappy with the attention as I am. “I should have called Andrew,” he says and reaches in his pocket I presume to do exactly that. I sink down in my passenger seat as if I could make myself invisible. The excitement grows among the crowd, body’s squirming against one another like a pac
I wake up with a gasp. “What time is it?” “Almost six,” Emily says from the other side of the living room. I rub my eyes. At some point I must’ve fallen asleep. “Did you sleep at all?” I ask. “I couldn’t sleep with a hundred people outside my house,” Emily says with a bit of a bite to her
that I’m about to learn it’s not. I toss my phone aside and go for my laptop tucked inside my work bag. “You’re working?” Emily asks. I don’t answer her, I can’t. I’m too focused. I sign into my works database and pull up our network that tracks our global ratings. “No,” I gasp. “Well, if