Page 177 of Plunge into Obsession

“Insignificant,” Gabriel said, coming closer to me.

“How could you say that? She obviously thought something of you.”

Another step closer to me. Close enough that he could easily reach his hand out and touch me.

“Whatever she thought about me, whatever scenarios she had built up in her head that revolved around her future with me, was all on her. I never gave her any promises, nor did I lie to her. She knew what she was getting into from the very beginning.”

“Does it make it right?”

He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. She doesn’t matter. Don’t let her get between us,mi corazón.”

“She’s already between us,” I said, my bottom lip trembling.

He frowned. “How?”

“She just… is.”

I moved back onto the bed, trying to get away from him. He followed until he was standing next to the edge and looked at me as if I was confusing him. How ironic. Couldn’t he see I had been confused by him since the very beginning?

“What about me?” I asked, and it was hard to miss the defeat in my voice.

His frown deepened. “What about you?”

“How long before I become insignificant to you?”

“Baby, why would you think that?”

I ignored his question and slid even further away from him. I wished I hadn’t sat on the bed in the first place. “Or have I already become insignificant to you?”

“What the fuck?”

His voice was menacing, and his eyes glowed with some unnamed emotion.

I shook my head. “Am I just nothing more than an incubator? Will I not matter anymore as soon as this baby is born?”

The things he had said, his actions…

They all made me feelnotinsignificant, but he had married me… forced this marriage onto me because of the pregnancy.

And Melinda…

She was his perfect match in every way possible, while I…

I had been nothing more than a waitress working at his strip club.

I didn’t look like Melinda, and people would clearly see how unmatched Gabriel and I were.

It was why that sales girl had flirted with him at the store. She thought she could so easily take him away from me, and a deep, insecure part of me wondered if she might be right.

And if not her, then someone else.

Someone like Melinda.

Gabriel perched on the bed, and I tried to swallow around the small lump in my throat. He looked every bit the kingpin of the Michoacán Cartel.

“What did you just say?” he asked, his voice low.

I shook my head.

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