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She folded her arms.
"Can we do this inside?" I was still at her doorstep.
"Non."
Beggars couldn't be choosers, so I stood where she set me. "I had no choice."
"There is always a choice."
"This was life or death, Elsa. Vincent Arsenault is trafficking chemical weapons and—"
"This isn’t about Vincent. This is about you. The decent thing would’ve been to just ask me about him and see if I’d help. But instead, you sent some wannabe American James Bond to intimidate me, thinking his cock is so big he can throw it around at a nice French girl and she’ll be terrified."
I almost smiled at the image, but thankfully didn’t. Elsa might have been crying before she opened the door, but right now, she was furious—and my ill-timed amusement would probably get me kneed in the balls.
"You're right."
"But you couldn't do it that way, could you?"
I looked her in the eye, feeling disgusted with myself. "No."
"Because you don't have any faith in me."
I sighed. "I don't even know you."
She smirked. "But I trusted you, Duncan, I waited for you to ask your friend to stop threatening me with custody while I'm pregnant. But you didn't."
"That would never happen. It was just a threat to get you to cooperate."Shut the fuck up, Duncan, you're making it worse.
Her eyes widened, and I wasn't surprised. What I had just said was horrible and unfortunately, also true.
"You let him scare me. I'm your wife. The woman you've been sleeping with. The woman you married. The woman you made love with last night." Her eyes filled with tears, and I was ready to go on my knees to beg her to stop crying. I couldn't stand to see her in pain. I just fucking, couldn't. And this was the worst because I was the reason for her sadness.
"What do you want me to say?" I didn't know how to make this right. I didn't have experience in apologizing or making amends, yet with Elsa, I felt like I kept fucking up so I needed to learn,pronto.
"You're not good for me," she whispered.
"No. Don't say that." I felt tears prick my eyes. An alien feeling because I didn't fucking cry,ever.
"You're not good for me or our baby." She put her hands on her belly. "You let that man scare your pregnant wife. My heartbeat went up. My baby felt that."
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
"How can I fix this?" I managed to say through a throat constricted with pain.
"You can't." She smiled sadly at me. "Once the baby is born, we'll do a DNA test so you never have any doubts about—"
"I have no doubts," I quickly said. "None at all. You're mine. The baby is mine. I know that."
She shook her head. "We'll do a DNA test, and then we can discuss visitation. Until I'm convinced you won't harm our child, all visits will have to be supervised."
"Harm our child?" I inanely repeated.
"What you did today by not defending me, Duncan, showed me that you don't care about me or our baby. What if next time you let them kidnap our child to pressure me into doing something? How do I know that won't happen?"
I felt lightheaded. I couldn't believe the accusations she was flinging at me. How could she think that of me?
But you thought your pregnant wife was canoodling with an arm's dealer? It's the same coin, but it has a different face, Duncan.
