Page 102 of Cuts Like An Angel: Part 3

“Yep. Your little Rosie was just a pawn for them. Do you know the shit I have managed to dig up on that family? On what they did? Fuck, you know they make the Bronson scandal look like a party. She was in England because she ran away from them. Because she wanted rid of them. Her marriage to Peter was a contract, and if you ask her, that’s what she’ll say. She doesn’t even let me say marriage, because to Rosie, marriage is something between two people who love each other, not something someone is being forced into it.”

“But the baby, she’s still carrying his--”

“That child is yours William. She never slept with Peter. When she went back to America for those weeks, it was to try and stop all this. It was to try and get her inheritance that she was supposed to have years ago, and they’ve dangled it in front of her like a damn carrot. That was all.”

“But …”

“Work the dates out. She’s sixteen weeks pregnant. Sixteen. Tell me, where was she then?”

William’s breath grew shaky, his entire chest had already started to constrict, and all he could see in his mind was Rosie and the hurt on her face when he’d told her to leave.

“That letter you’re holding. She’s got a scan today. She wants you to go with her. It was her last choice. Her last hope that you’d--”

William cut Mark off. “Go with her? She’s in the States. I can’t go with her.”

Mark smirked at him. “She’s not in the States you idiot. She’s been staying with me. Her parents left when they realised we could blow so much shit into their smart American house. She’s here, William.” Mark looked down at his watch. “I can’t push you to make this decision, but in about forty-five minutes, she’s going to walk into that ultrasound room. Now, it can be me by her side, because hell, that girl’s been through some shit, she isn’t doing this alone, or, it can be you.” He met William’s gaze. “What do you want to do, William?”

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