Page 20 of Everlasting

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“You have to. You’re my husband.”

“I don’t know that though, do I?”

She turned, but not quick enough to hide the flash of angry hatred burning in that evil gaze of hers. The jolt in my stomach hit a little harder after seeing that. If my gut-instinct, or whatever it was, could talk, the damn thing was shouting at me to get as far away from this bitch as possible.

“I’m supposed to have the baby in January,” the woman commented from over her shoulder. She didn’t turn back to face me as she awaited my response.

“January?” I puzzled out loud. “I thought it was supposed to be July?” The question rolled off of my tongue before I could pull it back or even understand why I’d asked something so stupid. Obviously, she couldn’t have been due in July.

“Oh, so you are just playing games then?” She questioned. “That bitch already had the little bastard. I doubt it’s yours though. But look,” she pulled her phone out again and showed me a calendar. It was toward the end of September. “The kid is already a couple months old now.”

A flash of the blonde from my dreams hit me so hard. It was like a weight slamming into my chest. Her brilliant smile lit up the small bathroom we were standing in as she flashed me a little stick with a blue plus sign in the window. “We’re having a baby again, finally!” The sheer joy in her eyes was something else. I wanted to take that feeling and wrap up in it like a warm, comfortable blanket, and never let go.

“This,” the woman in my presence finally shouted at me as she grabbed hold of my hands and thrust them on her belly, “is your baby! Forget about all the rest of it.”

I just shook my head back and forth as I yanked my hands away. “If I’m having a baby with you and we’ve supposedly been together all those years, how did I have another woman pregnant?”

“You didn’t! She lied!”

“I must have slept with her if I believed it was mine, or if she had a hope in hell of convincing me it was.”

“No! No! No!” The woman screeched. “This is the only one for you!” Again, she snatched my hands up and attempted to move them to her belly, but I pulled them from her grasp.

“Is there a problem here?” One of the doctors finally stuck his head into the room to ask.

“No!” The woman in my room hissed.

“Yes!” I called out to him. “I don’t know this lady and she’s attempted to get physically abusive with me several times now.”

“W-what? I, no. That’s not right. I’m your wife!”

“Says here that his wife is Ever Brothers Donavan.” The doctor informed her as he read through, what I assumed was my chart, on the tablet he had in his hands.

“Ever?” I questioned quietly. The name tastes sweet on my tongue, like the truth mixed with something so tangible it was almost…”

“You bastard! You work for us!” The woman shouted.

“Now, now,” he smirked. “Calm down, Sasha! I don’t work for you at all. In fact, your brother gave pretty explicit instructions that you were to never disturb Mr. Donavon.” The man, who had been called had been busy typing something into his tablet before the woman – Sasha – knocked it out of his hand.

“You will regret this day!”

“Security will see you out now,” he countered without another thought as he moved past her and headed directly for me. “You mentioned she attempted to get physical with you?” He asked me, seeming to really care if I had taken any damage.

“Yeah, she tried to hit me in the head a few times and then she was yanking on my arms,” I explained.

“So that he could feel our baby growing,” the woman told him before the two burly security men stepped in and each grabbed one of her arms.

“Sir?” One of the guards questioned.

“Take her out of here,” the doctor ordered.

“You will die for this!” She screamed as she was bodily taken from the room and ushered down the hall. The whole way, until they either went through a door or stepped into an elevator, her screamed threats could be heard.

“We will redouble our efforts to make sure she doesn’t come back, but I do have to relay the information. I would suggest you be prepared to be moved.”

“Moved?” I questioned and the man nodded. “Afraid so. We have to keep that one at bay a little bit longer, then you can go home.”

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