Chapter Thirty Nine

Damian

"You or even me. I can’t figure you out, Damian, and I’m tired of trying. I’ve tried to be strong and undemanding, but I can’t do it anymore. I’m scared to death. I don’t know who I am. I wake up one day to find myself pregnant, and there’s a stranger by my bed who says he is my husband. One would think this would tell me that at least I was loved and cherished, but nothing you have done has made me feel anything but confusion. You run hot and cold, and I never know which one to expect. I can’t do this.”

Coldness wrapped around my chest, squeezing until i couldn’t draw a breath. “What are you saying?” I demanded.

She looked at me tiredly. “Why are you marrying me again? You could use this chance, my memory loss and get rid of me for good?”

I frowned, not liking the corner she was backing me into. “You are tired and overwrought. We should go back in and continue this conversation where It’s warm”

She cut me off with a furious hand. “I am not tired. I am not overwrought, and