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“You’ve got this.” She rests her head against mine. “You’re Havers the Handler. You don’t earn a name like that in all your fancy lawyer circles and not be able to cope with this like a queen.”
I sniff around a weak smile. “Thanks.”
“And your trial will be over before the baby is due, won’t it?”
I nod. That’s one small silver lining to this entire situation. I’ll not be letting anyone down by going on maternity leave.
“You’ll be okay. I’ll support whatever decisions you make,” Halliday says. “Tell people when you’re ready. It’s your call. Whatever you decide, I’ll be here with you, okay? You won’t be doing this alone.”
She squeezes me, not acknowledging what we both know is likely to be true. Drew will be long gone if the baby isn’t his. Maybe he’ll still run, even if by some small chance it is his. And Henry? I swallow down the bile rising in my throat at the thought of telling him. He’ll probably want to be involved. Maybe he’ll even think I’ll want to get back together again.
If he does, then he’s deluded.
Halliday’s right. I can do this.
It’s like winning my cases.
Failure is not an option.
I need to talk to Drew when he’s back. But before that, I need to make sure Henry doesn’t get any ridiculous ideas of riding off into the sunset together for a fresh start. Because I couldn’t think of anything more sickening to me.
I fight down the rising vomit, composing myself enough to glare at Henry.
“No!”
“If you’re worried about the money, I’ll pay. It can be done privately. I can even come with you.”
“So you can make sure I get it done?” I scoff in disgust. “I’m not having an abortion.”
He checks his watch, his jaw ticking. I never used to notice him do it when we were dating. He’d check his phone a lot. I thought he was keeping an eye out for work calls. Not making sure his wife wasn’t wondering where he is.
“Need to be somewhere?” I snap.
“I’m sorry, Soph, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s only one way you can mean the words ‘get it taken care of’. And it’s not in theknit some booties and start stroller shoppingkind of way.”
I study him, contempt spreading through my veins. He looks the same as he always did. I thought the tailored suits and the strong jawline were masculine. Strong, manly, dependable. But the flash of panic beneath his eyes when I told him I was carrying his child told a different story. He’s never looked weaker before. More rattled. Scared.
“How’s the divorce coming along?” I fold my arms, steeling my gaze as he fidgets with his collar and glances around the coffee shop we’re in.
This is not how I pictured my Saturday morning. I was going shopping for ingredients so I can cook dinner for Drew tonight. He’s coming straight from the airport. Work’s been so manic I still haven’t managed to arrange our official third date. Although, we’ve been out plenty of times in the past two weeks, and he’s stayed over at my house as much as he can. He wanted to show me his house tomorrow. I’m not sure we’ll be spending tomorrow together at all now. He’ll probably leave once he finds out about the baby.
“It’s…” Henry’s jaw ticks and he avoids meeting my eyes. “It’s on hold.”
“She still doesn’t know you’re an unfaithful pig, then?”
His gaze whips back to mine and his eyes darken. “Seems you didn’t care when you were sleeping with me.”
My courtroom poker face and composure kick in just in time to stop me from flying across the table and slapping him. I’m getting to see a whole new side of Henry since we broke up. And each time I ask myself what the hell I saw in him.
“I didn’t know. You think I would have wanted a relationship with you if I had? You lied and let me think you were single.”
“Come on, Soph.” He smiles but there’s no warmth or humor to it. “You think you’ll meet a guy who doesn’t have baggage?”
“There’s baggage, and then there’s being married and using me as your part-time mistress,” I whisper. “I thought you were busy with work, and that’s why we didn’t see each other much. I didn’t think you had a whole other life you were hiding. I was honest with you. I thought you were the same.”
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, looking at me with a pleading look. “It’s a shock, that’s all.” He reaches for my hand across the table, but I slide it away.
