“You are an accomplice in that crime!” I snap at her, unable to stand her face for a second longer. “Forgive me, please. Forgive me.” She breaks into sobs again and I grit my teeth against the rage that fills me. “Get out.” I tell her, from between clenched teeth. I sigh deeply once she leaves. T
Fiona’s POV Pregnant. I read the word over and over again. Ever since I escaped the living hell that was the factory, I have felt oddly numb. It is as if rejecting Micah killed a part of me. The rejection had been painful, both emotionally and physically and a part of me was ripped away with it.
I told them how we just weren’t right for each other and could no longer be together. It hadn’t gone well and despite my shielding them from the truth, they had already created a bias against Micah, convinced that he did something wrong. “I can’t believe Micah would turn out like this. I liked him
Micah’s POV I swerve at the last moment, nearly avoiding crashing into the incoming car. Some driver puts his middle finger out and screams at me. I stop the car with a start and rest my forehead against the steering wheel, breathing deeply. I, Fiona Richards, reject you, Micah Lancaster, as my ma
Micah, I have always been grateful to you for helping me out when my father needed it the most. But a marriage needs love not gratitude and we both know that I have never loved you. Our marriage should have ended a long time ago and it’s time for us to stop living a sham. By the time you read this
Micah’s POV Blood drips from my hand and on the floor until there are droplets of red everywhere. I take my hands and rub them over my face as more worry takes over me and the blood paints my face crimson. The next few hours blur into each other as I reel from a state of madness and devastation. I
I see the shock on her face as she tries to resist the command but then her lips move out of her own volition. “I don’t know where she has gone but she left because she doesn’t love you anymore.” Her words are like a bullet to my chest and they make me physically falter. I take a step back as if I
Three Years Later: Fiona’s POV The sun filters through the leaves, casting a dappled glow on the grass beneath my feet. The air is filled with laughter and the distant sounds of children playing. Micah's warm hand is intertwined with mine, as we walk together through the park, the world around us