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\u201cCome on, Kaylee, do you not think you are being a bit too harsh?\u201d I asked her, tilting my head as I tried to understand how she had suddenly decided that and how she never thought it would hurt me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI want a divorce,\u201d she told me, sitting straight on her chair while lowering her eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My father and Penny stared at her in disbelief.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI will not allow you to be shared anymore. I agreed before because I knew I could not give you an heir, but now I did, and it is different for me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her words came out shaky, as if she had to convince herself that stepping away from me was the right thing to do.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I kept my hands on the table, trying not to clench them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean by different?\u201d I asked carefully.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She turned to face me. Her expression showed she was still hurting even after receiving such good news.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou will marry Madeline in five days. Her children are already old enough. She already had her pregnancy, her birth, her moments. But I will go through everything from the start. I will be pregnant, then I will give birth, then the baby will say the first word, the first step. And you want me to go through it while you live with another woman?\u201d Kaylee\u2019s words struck harder than any sound in the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The way she pointed at her chest and the way her hands trembled made me feel overwhelmed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to enjoy it too. You think I will not be here with you? I know how to manage my time,\u201d I replied, leaning forward slightly to hold her hand, but she pulled her hands back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt will be too much stress for me knowing you are over there. I do not want to do that anymore. So I guess it is fine. You take care of her. I will go back and I will take care of myself,\u201d she mumbled, letting a tear roll down her\u00a0<\/p>\n
cheek.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I felt worried. She was my responsibility.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is unfair,\u201d my father remarked, shaking his head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cYou are trying to take care of a woman who already has a husband and other mates while leaving your own wife behind, who has nobody else but you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His words hit me hard. He had been the one convincing me to go through with all of this just to marry Madeline, but now that he finally had an heir, he was suddenly against the idea,\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stared at him without knowing what to say. Penny lowered her gaze and kept quiet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kaylee\u2019s hand dropped gently to her stomach as if she needed to protect herself from me too, and that worried me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cKaylee, we can talk about this. You do not have to make decisions right now,\u201d I requested.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But she began to shake her head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI already did,\u201d she whispered as more tears rolled down her face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room fell quiet as my phone began to ring.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
207\u2013Choosing My Wife\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
Everyone looked at the screen and I already knew what was coming.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kaylee scoffed and gave me a sarcastic smile, the kind that said everything she feared was already happening.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, look,\u201d she remarked quietly, \u201cwe were just talking about her and there she is. Calling you, taking up your time already. You will not even be able to be present for me, Graham.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She hiccuped as she stood up to leave. When she strolled past me, I held her hand and stopped her while I attended Madeline\u2019s call.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeline told me she was not feeling well. I could hear it in her voice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Worry rose in me, but the hand I held felt warmer than running after a mate who barely let me near her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So I told Madeline that Kaylee was in the hospital and that I had to be with her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before she could say anything, I ended the call.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSee,\u201d I told Kaylee, lifting her hand slightly and kissing the back of it. \u201cI chose you tonight.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The minute I said that, she pulled her hand back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, it is not enough,\u201d she replied, \u201cyou only chose me tonight because you had to prove something.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She wandered toward the hallway.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI am going to pack my bags. I am leaving,\u201d she voiced, and my eyes widened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Penny hurried after her to check on her while my father stared at me with a frown.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are stupid,\u201d my father remarked as he leaned back in his chair, \u201cyou will get to enjoy everything with your new child. All the moments you missed with Gina, you can have those memories with Kaylee and your new baby without sharing them with anyone else.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I sat there unsure how to respond. His words stirred something inside me, but they also confused me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I rubbed my face with my hands over and over again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHow am I supposed to go and tell Madeline that I cannot marry her?\u201d I asked my father, and the minute I asked him that question, he started to smile because he knew I was already thinking about canceling the wedding. 1\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ruby Walker is a rising voice in the world of romance and spicy fiction. With a gift for weaving deep emotions, sizzling chemistry, and unexpected twists, her stories are a blend of passion and drama that captivate readers from start to finish. Ruby\u2019s writing style is bold and irresistible\u2014perfect for those who crave intense, addictive love stories.<\/p>\n
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