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I got played.

My wife played me, and I had no fucking clue.

My wife played me, I had no clue, and now I’m the one that’s running away.

For fuck’s sake. I got played.

A soft snicker bursts from my lips. “I got played,” I say aloud.

A louder laugh slips from my lips. I got fucking played by my wife, and my sister, and unless my brothers are really fucking good liars, none of us had a clue.

My body shakes as I laugh and laugh and laugh.

Holy fuck. She’s utterly perfect.

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SAMMY

“You’re…pregnant?” Starling gasps.

“Yep,” I say, popping the P.

“Oh my god. That’s?—”

“Crazy?” I snap. “Well, isn’t that all of us? We should change the name of the house from Collinswood to Asylum because that’s what we all need.”

“But I mean accidents happen. Birth control isn’t one hundred percent. He might have hoped this would happen, but?—”

I interrupt her again. “Oh, he meant for it to happen. He drugged me, then had a doctor remove my IUD after he forged my signature for the consent form,” I tell her.

“Holy fuck,” Starling whispers.

“Why did he leave?” Sebastian asks, his voice calm, like we’re not discussing the most fucked-up stuff ever.

“After I found out how I got pregnant, I was shocked. I told him that getting pregnant wasn’t part of our plan, and when he asked what plan I was talking about, I told him everything. How Starling and I planned all of this. Well, except the baby and the tattoo. Those things are all him.”

“He was upset?” Sebastian asks.

“I don’t know. He looked at me like he didn’t know who I was, then he just got up and left.”

“Did he yell at you? Because he can’t yell at his pregnant wife,” Starling says, her voice becoming angry.

“He didn’t yell at me. He didn’t really say anything. He was so proud and happy that he got me pregnant, but then I told him what we did, and he stopped smiling. Apparently, being a psycho is only something to smile about when it’s him. When it’s me, not so much.” I shrug, a giggle bubbling from my lips. I’m trying to seem nonchalant. But I’m not. I’m either on the verge of laughing, screaming the place down, or bursting into tears. I’m just not sure which.

“He’ll come back,” Sebastian says calmly.

“He doesn’t get to leave,” I snap, anger finally winning the battle for my emotions and surging to the surface. “Where the fuck is he?”

“Do you want to try calling him?” Starling suggests softly.

“No, I don’t want to call him. Fuck him. He doesn’t just get to leave.”

“Hey, guys. Lunch is ready,” Hunter calls from the kitchen.

“I’ll call him,” Sebastian says.

“No,” I hiss, slapping his cell from his hands. “Don’t call him. Fuck him. Let him run. Now, I’m going to have lunch. I’m starving. Maybe when I’ve finished feeding the baby he put in my belly, I might decide to run away, and he can see how it feels if I’m not here when he comes back.” Turning, I march into the kitchen and sit down at the table, ignoring the looks on my friends’ faces.

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