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I can’t believe I’m in this situation all overagain.

With aliar.

Except thistime?

I got the girl pregnant before I discovered herbetrayal.

Christine’s known this entire time that Heather has been a cheater foryears.

And not only that, it was with herhusband.

She… what? Thought the ultimate way to get back at Heather was to make me fall in love withher?

Prove to Heather that she’s the betterwoman?

Did she really plan to getpregnant?

We were stupid and never discussed birth control, butstill…

The questions that are rolling through my head are endless, as is the anger boiling upinside.

“Dad! Hey, youokay?”

The sound of Reece’s voice and the door closing jars me back toreality.

I didn’t even realize that I’d hung up on Barrett. My phone is resting on my thigh as I look blankly out thewindshield.

“Dad?” Reece’s hand is on my forearm, and I look over at him, then to Aidan in the backseat. Both have confused looks on theirfaces.

I clear my throat and try to give my best, most reassuring smile. “Yeah. Bud. I’m good. How was practice?” I reach over and clap Reece on the shoulder and squeezeonce.

They both give me weird looks. “Good, Dad. Practice was good. So was school. Are you sure you’re okay?” Aidan asks, leaning forward in hisseat.

“Just a bit off today, boys. I’ll be fine. Ready to headhome?”

“I’mstarved!”

“Is Christine comingover?”

Shit.

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Christine

Igetin my car and drive as quickly as I can to Andy’s house, wanting to be there when he getshome.

I don’t want him to hear it from anyone else but me. And if Heather is running her mouth, he’s bound to hearit.

I open the garage door using the opener he gave me and notice he’s already here. I park on the opposite side of his pickup and shake out my hands, trying to calm mynerves.

The second I step out of my car, Andy is pushing through the door to the house, marching towardme.

“Is it true?” hegrowls.

All I can do isnod.

“You… this is all revenge on Heather?” he asks, genuine shock covering his face. His gaze drops to my stomach, that’s now rounded slightly, and points. “You didthisall to get back at some bitch who means nothing?” This time his voice isn’t holding back thevenom.

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