His haunted eyes boki mine, and he sits back in his chair.
Silence
I wait for him to say something, he doesn’t. He just sits there, shocked or perhaps he’s just conting the ways to hurt me. He doesn’t need to count them, Lalready know it’s an infinite number..
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You weMy voice trails of
He drops his eyes to a spot on the carpet, he can’t even look me in the eye.
You de
fou didn’t wear protection, Gabriel:
His eyes rise to meet mine, his hatred for me dripping from his every cell
“Td been on antibiotics that month, and I roll my lips as I try to compose myself, I can hardly see him through the tears. “You told me ”
His eyes drop back to the carpet, his silence is beginning to scare the hell out of me.
“What was I supposed to do?” I stammer. “You told me you didn’t want to see nie ever again.”
Silence
I watch him, waiting for the explosion, waiting for some type of reaction, even an overreaction is better than this.
“Do they know?” he eventually asks. “No.”
“Who knows?”
“Nobody, I told everyone that they were conceived through IVF using donor sperm.”
e carpet.
His eyes drop back to the
Say something.
Gabriel Ferrara doesn’t do sence
“I don’t want anything from you, you don’t have to worry.” I staminer. “You can live your life as normal; we wi
I never bother you”
His dark eyes rise to meet mine, and this time they flicker with fury. He sits forward in his chair. Do you honestly think that you can keep my children from me? He sneers.
Fear runs through my system
I cannot believe.” His voice trails off as if stopping himself from elaborating.
Why is he not exploding? He’s acting
weird and out of character, it’s very unsettling.
“What were you going to say?”
His eyes hold mine. “You are the most selfish person I have ever met.” What?
“You let your feelings for me betray your own children, preventing them from having access to their father.” He swallows the lump in his throat as if
overcome with emotion.
“You have a fance. You will have more children, Gabriel,” I whisper.
“I will.” He tilts his chin to the sky in defiance as he sits forward, his anger returning loud and clear. “Did you really think I would never find out?” The hairs on the back of my neck stand up
“I thought the day you left me was your bize betrayal,” he whispers.
You for ved me way.
Just because idn’t want you never meant I didnt want Them He mčeru.
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A kife straight through my heart, I stare at him through tears
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“Here is what is going to happen,” he says in a cold and cadrulating voice. “Today I am sending a medic arcend to your house, and they are having a paternity test and you–he glares at me, are finally going to do the right thing by your children”
Topen my mouth to say something.
“If you try to stop me from seeing them even once. Prepare yourself for the consequences. Do you understand me?” he growls.
“Is that a threat?
Tush me and find out.”
My stupid eyes fill with tears of fear. “You haven’t changed, still the selfcentered bastard who only thinks of himself.”
I’m angry.
A trace of a smirk crosses his cold, hard gaze. “I think you know me well enough, Seraphina, to know why I’m angry.
“You didn’t want anything to do with me.
“This has nothing to do with you,” he spits. “I have missed six years of my children’s life. Six birthdays. Six Christmases, six fucking years, Seraphina” My stomach twists, I’m on the edge of a full emotional meltdown.
“Do the paternity test,” he warns.
“And if I don’t?
“Prepare yourself.”
My eyes hold his “Tor what?
“Armafuckinggeddon.” He stands, and without another word, walks out of my office. I stare at the back of the door he just left through.
Oh no.
Emotion takes over, and I put my head into my hands and cry.
I sit in my car around the corner from my house as I try to pull myself together.
I was so rattled that I had to leave work, I told them that I had just been told an old friend had died.
I’m just a dirty liar now.
My eyes are red and swollen, and damn it, I feel so unstable.
Terrified
His words come back to me: “If you try to stop me from seeing them prepare yourself for the consequences.” My god, how has it come to this?
Last week, my life was normal, my biggest drama was finding ballet slippers, this week it’s like a bad dream.
A living nightmare.
The worst part is, I already know their paternary, there isn’t even a need to do the test. There’s not one seed of doubt in my mind. Gabriel Ferrara is their biological father and there is nothing I can do about it.
Just because I didn’t want you never meant that I didn’t want them.”
“O” I screw up my face in tears. His words still hurt. I went straight back to being that woman who was madly in love with him, the pitiful woman
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with my heart on the bottom of his shoe, taking his hits blow by blow
pull yourself together. You have to go home. *
I pull down the sunshield to fix my face in the mirror and I catch sight of a black car pulled over to the side of the road and parked about two houndred meters behind me
What?
I turn around and my heart sinks for the thousandth time today, he’s having me followed so that I can’t disappear. And if I were a better person. I would tell you that going on the run with his children has never occurred to me.
But it has especially today.
“You are the most selfish person I have ever met.” He’s right, I am. but it takes one to know one.
And he’s the fucking king
I pick myself up and dust myself off. I wipe my eyes and put my sunglasses on, I know I have to play by the rules, but fuck him. We’re doing this on my
Terms
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