75: Wife's Hate

LUCIAN

Blair looks at me. Her lips part like she is about to speak but she changes her mind and presses her lips into a thin line instead.

“Okay…” I drew the word out, not sure why I started speaking.

But I’m never sure of anything I do when I’m around her.

She squints, her lips twisting into a cute frown as she has a mental battle. If she should acknowledge me or go ahead and do what she wants.

“Your next doctor’s appointment is a week from now.”

I knew I was stooping low by using our child to get her attention. But what can I do? It is all she is offering me.

She doesn’t fall for the bait. My heart gave a tug, like something hard was tied around me. A tiny fist squeezing the organ for all its worth.

I only had two options then. To stay and succumb myself to this endless pain, or get up and get the hell out of here with my sanity still intact.

My wolf growls in my head, of course not liking that option. I feel him push to the forefront of my mind, wanting to take control. He believes