Page 61 of Conviction
“When I miscarried, they found out I was suffering from polycystic ovaries. It doesn’t mean that I can’t have kids, but it could mean that it’s more difficult for me to conceive and carry a child to full term, but yeah anyway, it’s irrelevant now. We tried for a while to have a baby but it never happened, and now, with hindsight, that’s probably for the best.”
“The bloke’s unstable. I know you want kids Neen, but you were lucky not to fall pregnant with him.”
Conner’s eyes flick from Sophie to me. “Why’s he unstable?”
I let out another one of those breaths that they write about in books. “He came home drunk one night, and for no reason he attacked me.”
“What the fuck, Meebs?” Conner pulls his hand from mine, laces his fingers together behind his head and glares at me. His brows drawn down into a deep frown. “Did you press charges?” he asks.
“He’s a lawyer, Con, he’d lose his job. Be struck off even.”
He pushes up from his chair loudly and stands. “So fucking what, it’d serve the fucker right. He put his hands on you Meebs. He should’ve been nicked for it.”
I close my eyes and rub my fingertips over my temples. “All I want is a divorce, Con. If I press charges, he’ll make it difficult. I just want to draw a line under the biggest fuck up of my life and be left alone to move on.”
He’s pacing the floor as he talks, “He should pay for what he did… What did he do, did he hurt you?” He leans on the back of the chair toward me.
“Yeah, he hurt her. I tried to get her to go to the police, but she wouldn’t,” I shoot Sophie a look as she tells Conner this.
He shakes his head at me. “If he comes near you again, I’ll kill him. Him and your prick of a brother. I’ll kill the fucking pair of them.”
I have nothing left to say, no argument left in me. I’m so tired, so ready for sleep.
“I need to get going, Con. I’ve got a shit load to do today, and I’ve had no sleep,” Josh says, standing up from the table.
“I’ll come with you,” Sophie adds, standing up too.
“Well, I might as well come with you two,” I add.
“You can sit the fuck down, you’re going nowhere,” Conner says to me.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” I put my hands on my hips and look at him.
“Meebs, please. Will you stay? We need to talk.”
I fold my arms across my chest and sit back in my chair, way too tired to put up a fight. I ask Sophie to make sure Duch is doing all right up on the roof terrace and to make sure she’s fed and has water.
She gives me a cuddle. “Give him a chance, Neen. You two are so good together and still bang in love. This is like a real-life fairy tale. This is your chance at a happy ending, princess. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I tell her.
Conner has called his driver to give them a lift home, and ten minutes later we’re standing at his front door, waving them off.
As soon as Con shuts the door, he grabs my hand and pulls me up the stairs and into his bedroom.
“Get in bed, I’m gonna take a shower,” he orders.
“Bossy much?” I mumble but climb into his bed anyway.
“You’ve seen nothing yet, baby.” He winks, then heads into the bathroom.
‘Winkgasm’ being the last thought I remember running through my brain.
Iturn the body jetsin my shower to full blast and enjoy the sting as the water makes contact with my skin. I roll my neck and shoulders a few times, trying to release some of the tension and rage I’ve been holding in.
I’m angry at Pearce Matthews. He’s a lying, deceitful little shit and I’m going to do what I can to bring that fucker down. Actually, it’s more than anger I feel toward him right now. He’s caused something dark to bubble inside of me, and I don’t like it.
I’m so far beyond pissed off with Marcus Newman that I can barely see straight when I think about what he’s done. MarcusfuckingNewman. The bloke’s a wanker. A stuck up prick and she went and married the fucker. I can’t even allow myself to think about him putting his hands on her, but worse than the thought of him fucking her is the thought of him hurting her.He hurt her.How?Whywould anyone want to hurther? Especially her fucking husband. I can’t even go there right now. I need to lock that one away and deal with it once I’ve got my head around what her brother did to her…to us.
