Page 20 of The Doctor's Twins

I wasn’t going to explain myself twice.

“Sure, darling,” she said. I heard the click as she did as I’d asked.

“Hello, my princess. It’s Dad. What’s wrong?”

“Hi, Dad. I need to tell you guys something, but I want to ask that you let me finish before you ask me any questions. Okay?”

“Alright.”

“Sure, my love.”

I proceeded to tell my parents what I’d been dealing with since I’d said those two little words that bound me in wedlock to a psychopath. There was a stunned silence once I had finished my tale of woe. My mother was crying—I could tell from the little muffled sobs—although she tried to hide it.

My father was quieter than he’d ever been. I wondered what he was thinking. I made him swear to me that he wouldn’t try and confront Mateo. The last thing I needed was for one or both of them to get hurt. I didn’t tell them about the bodies I’d found. That was something I knew to keep to myself for the moment.

I was exhausted once I’d hung up. There was just one more thing I needed to do before I took a well-deserved nap.

“Dr. Forbes’ rooms. This is Mandy. How may I assist you?”

“Hi. This is Peyton Taylor. I’d like to make an appointment to see Dr. Forbes, please.”

“Certainly. Let me see. The doctor is pretty full up.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s rather urgent. I’m pregnant and I fell.”

“Oh, goodness. Okay, I’ll squeeze you in at 9 am on Monday morning.”

“Thank you, Mandy.”

Dr. Forbes was a highly recommended gynecologist. I heard of him when I was at college. Now that I had my appointment set up, I was out like a light the moment my head touched the pillow.

* * *

My head was pounding. What the hell was I doing in my office? The night before was a blur. I looked at my watch—11 am. Fuck! I had to cut down on my drinking. I got up and started toward the kitchen. That’s when the events of the night before suddenly came into memory.

So, Peyton had figured it out. I had no idea how, but I should have anticipated it. My wife was a bright one, and, admittedly, a challenge. My first two wives were gorgeous too, but Peyton was smarter than her predecessors. Too smart for her own good. I wondered if she’d found the bodies yet. Perhaps that would shut up her sassy mouth.

It was time to get rid of her. Peyton knew too much. I’d leave her in the basement for a day or two before I shut her up. Permanently.

I opened the fridge to grab some much-needed cold water when something caught my eye.

“What the fuck?”

Something about the door to the cellar seemed off. I moved closer to investigate and that’s when I realized that it was open. How the fuck did she…

I ran down the stairs to the cellar only to find it empty. I couldn’t believe my bloodshot eyes. The bitch was gone! My wife had somehow managed to jimmy the lock and now she was on the loose. I ran to find my cell phone so I could call Pedro. With a bit of luck, he had her in custody. All wives run to the cops when they’re pissy about their marriages.

“Mateo. What can I do for you, my friend?”

“I’ve got a big fucking problem.”

“Oh? How can I help?”

“Peyton’s done a runner. Have you seen her down at the station?”

“No. Let me see what I can do. I’ll call you back when I have news.”

“Thanks, buddy.”

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