Page 10 of Hap

I let out a long sigh. “Alistair, that only applies if he was faithful in the marriage, and he wasn’t. He was fucking my sister,” I state, keeping my voice void of any emotion. I sounded almost bored, like I had better things to be doing, like lying in bed eating a jar of pickles while watching documentaries aboutoutlaw bikers. It was something I had gotten into since my night with Hap.

Trent lets out a huff, and I sigh as I pull out the document of every mortgage payment in the history of our marriage. Then I pull out my statement showing every bill and insurance payment that covered his medical bills. Trent had always been a dreamer, hopping from one thing to the next. It never bothered me. I was a big believer in doing what you loved, and I wanted him to find his one career that he loved, like I loved mine. Apart from today. Today I did not like it, and I wished I could trust someone else to take care of this so I didn’t have to.

“Each one is proof of payment for the mortgage, all the bills, even the health insurance and supermarket shopping. There is one mortgage payment made by Mr. Rice, along with five supermarket shops; the total of this comes to…” I pause as I read the figure. “One thousand and eighty-one. He will receive that in the settlement. Plus, I am happy to cover the cost of your fees Alistair, because I want no excuse or delay in this divorce. If he wants more, I am happy to cover his gas allowance for the meetings and that coffee from the barista across the street,” I state firmly. Becky hands me the divorce papers, already adding those extra costs on there because I know my soon to be ex-husband. I hand over the papers to him, along with a pen. “Sign the damn papers. If you fight me any more on this, I will crush you. It will come to it that you in fact, will owe me money. I am offering you a ten thousand settlement. Take it. You will not get any more from me.”

Trent side glances at Alistair, and he gives him a sharp nod. Trent sighs and begins signing the papers. I exhale a relieved breath. Once he is done, I sign them too. “Becky will make sure you all will get copies for your records. Alistair, love to Ginny,” I say as I stand.

I walk out of the room, leaving Becky to clear up and sort the copies. As I head straight for the elevator, I’m desperate to get home. Unfortunately, I hear Trent coming up behind me.

“Alina,” he calls my name, and his voice makes me shudder.

“What?” I answer as I press the button for the elevator, refusing to look at him.

“Uh, well, Steph is finding it really difficult. You won’t return her calls or texts. She just wants to make things right and go back to how they were,” he says, his voice sounding weak and pathetic.

“What? Like when she was fucking you behind my back while pretending to be my sister?” I counter, giving him a sharp glare.

“That’s not fair,” he sighs.

I clench my fists at my sides. “Shall I tell you what is not fair, is that my husband and sister were having an affair behind my back, all while I thought we were trying for a baby. When in reality, you were balls deep in my sister. I don’t care if she’s upset, and I don’t care if she’s seen the light and has repented all of her fucking sins. I don’t even care if the entire world has forgiven her, because I haven’t. Just like I haven’t and will never forgive either of you,” I seethe. As the doors to the elevator open, I step in. “Goodbye, Trent,” I snap before the doors close.

A sigh escapes me as I lean against the back of the elevator, feeling my head spin. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. The doors ping open, and I walk out into the main lobby of the building. As I do, it feels like the room spins. I stumble, trying to regain my footing, but it’s too much. Blackness quickly creeps into my vision, and I pass out.

I groan,and my head feels like it’s been hit with a baseball bat.

“She’s awake. Oh, thank Christ,” I hear Trent’s voice sigh with relief. I frown and open my eyes, seeing Trent sat next to me with a soft smile on his face, holding my hand in his.

I quickly snatch my hand out of his hold. “Get off me!” I snap. I look around to see a doctor stood at the end of my bed. “Where am I?” I ask.

“You are in the hospital.” The doctor smiles warmly. “You fainted and hit your head at work. Your husband here was very worried,” he states.

“Ex-husband,” I correct. The doctor frowns, confused. “We had just signed the papers. He was, and still is, banging my sister,” I state as I push myself up into a sitting position.

“Ah,” the doctor answers awkwardly. “Your, erm, ex-husband failed to mention that,” he points out. “Well, this might come as good news or bad, but the reason for your fainting is your iron levels are very low, so you will need to go on supplements. It’s vital,” he adds. I nod, groaning at the headache. “The reason for your low iron is?—”

“You’re pregnant, my love. We did it. We finally did it,” Trent gushes beside me, cutting the doctor off.

I frown at him. “What the fuck are you talking about, Trent? I’m not pregnant. We haven’t had sex in over three months,” I snap.

“Mrs, Miss...” the doctor stumbles.

“Bennet,” I confirm, scowling at Trent.

“Well, I can confirm you are in fact pregnant. It showed up when we did your bloods, and we checked the baby over, and all is well.”

I stare at the doctor and then Trent, looking at them like they’ve lost their minds. “No.” A laugh escapes me. “No, no. You see, I couldn’t get pregnant. We were starting tests fortreatment.” I laugh again. “It’s the pain meds you’ve given me, isn’t it? I’m hallucinating,” I snort.

“No, Miss Bennet, you are only on basic paracetamol because you are pregnant,” the doctor confirms.

“How? How far?” I ask, feeling like my world is spinning out of control.

The doctor looked at his clipboard before he hands me a little black and white photo.

“It’s a kidney bean,” I state as I look down at it.

The doctor smirks. “Yes, they do look a little like a kidney around the 10 week mark.”

“10 weeks. Well Doc, that can’t be right, because we haven’t been intimate now for…” Trent pauses as he pulls his phone out and looks at his calendar. I rolled my eyes. He is the only guy I know that dated and timed every time we had sex. “15 weeks and 3 days ago,” he mutters.

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