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Graham:\u00a0<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know if there\u2019s a correct way to explain it, but seeing her with Sawyer, her husband, made me feel like my life had ended.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Suddenly, all my fears had come to life, and I felt like a fool.\u00a0<\/p>\n
All this time, I convinced myself she was lying about having a husband, that she was only using him as an excuse to hide from us, to keep her distance, to prove that we had lost her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I thought she just wanted to show she had a home to go back to.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But now, I realized she wasn\u2019t the same Madeline I once knew.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had lost the chance to be her friend, to be her everything.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My father kept stealing glances at me, giving me that look that said, \u2018I told you so. You should have listened to me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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After she signed the papers, her husband held her close, and the two of them walked back home together.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had to return to the guest house.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There were several hallways there, one set on the second floor, where I stayed with my father and Kaylee.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as I stepped into the corridor, my father caught up with me from behind.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s got a handsome man and he\u2019s rich too,\u201d my father commented.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I clenched my fists inside my pockets, hiding my real emotions. I knew he\u2019d use them against me, twist them just to get under my skin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m happy for her,\u201d I said quietly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you though? You should have listened to me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
There it was. I knew he\u2019d say that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cWell, listen to you and do what? Lie about sleeping with her? I told you, we were never intimate,\u201d I reminded him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou walking to her suite with me made me think otherwise. Or did you change your decision because you realized that if you demanded a DNA test, she\u2019d rebel?\u201d my father pressed, trying to pry into my thoughts.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe truth was, we were never intimate. The children were indeed Sawyer\u2019s.\u201d Saying that, even just in my head, took every ounce of strength I had.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Calling my baby Sawyer\u2019s daughter was torture, but I had to do it if I didn\u2019t want Madeline to see me as her enemy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, since you insist, I have no reason to force you,\u201d my father said with a mocking pat on my back before heading into his room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now alone, I walked down the hallway to my bedroom. My hand rested on the doorknob as I took deep breaths.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t want to go inside. I thought about heading to the terrace instead, but before I could move, the door opened and Kaylee stepped out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cCome inside,\u201d she ordered, pointing toward the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I rolled my eyes. If I refused, she\u2019d make such a scene, mocking me in front of my friends, who were also staying in the same guest house.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Elgin had the first floor, I was on the second, and Baxter was on the third, all alone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I walked in, and Kaylee slammed the door behind me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you mourned yet? Have you mourned enough yet?\u201d she questioned from behind me while I rubbed my forehead with one hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about. I\u2019m pretty sure you heard that I couldn\u2019t ask for a DNA test because I was never intimate with her in the first place,\u201d I said quickly, thinking she might already know why my father had taken me to her suite.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But the way she grunted made it clear she didn\u2019t know.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned around and froze. She was standing there in the tiniest, sexiest lingerie, clearly ready for a session before I gave her the news.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d she asked, snatching the robe she\u2019d just taken off and slipping it back on.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father took you there to demand a DNA test?\u201d she pressed, reaching for my arm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Every time she wanted answers, she got physical and I hated that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because if, Goddess forbid, one day my reflexes kicked in and I shoved her away, she\u2019d get hurt, and no one would care how many times she\u2019d hit me first.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Me defending myself once would make me look like a woman beater.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So every time she turned combative, I either tied my hands behind my back or shoved them deep in my pockets, refusing to take them out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even now, as she gripped my wrist, demanding answers, her nails dug deeper into my skin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was my father\u2019s way to just mess with her. I don\u2019t want to talk about it,\u201d I muttered, trying to cover for him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But then I remembered, he would never do the same for me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was the reason I couldn\u2019t be with Madeline in the first place, so why should I protect his image?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, wait. I thought your father wanted to get rid of her,\u201d she said, holding my arm again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As I tried to walk away, her nails pierced my skin, leaving thin scratches.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTalk to him. I don\u2019t know anything,\u201d I said flatly, freeing myself and heading toward the bathroom.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But before I could get far, she rushed at me and wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, pressing her hands over my stomach.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She clasped her fingers together so tightly that prying them apart would have taken effort.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cKaylee, I\u2019m really tired tonight,\u201d I told her, my voice more like a plea than a refusal.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I\u2019ve been waiting for you. It\u2019s been days since we\u2019ve done it,\u201d she whispered, still holding me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHer husband is here. If you\u2019re worried about your friend, don\u2019t be. She\u2019s well taken care of tonight, I\u2019m sure,\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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she added, pretending not to accuse, yet slipping in the reminder that Madeline and Sawyer were probably in each other\u2019s arms right now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The thought killed what little desire I had left.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to fix our relationship, Graham. I don\u2019t want to keep fighting with you,\u201d she murmured, her hands sliding over my chest and stomach before drifting lower.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI really love you. And I know sometimes I act on impulse, but trust me, I really, really care about you. Nobody will ever love you the way I do.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
By the time she finished, her hands were already inside my pants, and I felt my control slipping.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maybe she was right. Madeline was happily married now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maybe it was time I tried to work on my own marriage, instead of hurting Madeline by reminding her of something she\u2019d clearly moved on from. 1\u00a0<\/p>\n
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