Page 52 of War

“I’m Sarah,” she says, smirking.

“Okay,” I reply, confused.

“War didn’t tell you about me?” she asks, looking taken back. Her smug demeanor stops for a moment before she masks it, then says three words I wasn’t expecting to hear.

Three words that make me feel like an utter idiot.

Three words that make me look like one.

“I’m his wife.”

I look up at War, who flinches.

His eyes flash with fear.

Panic.

Regret.

The look on his face devastates me because he doesn’t repudiate her words.

“His wife,” I repeat, blinking slowly.

A cold feeling settles in my bones.

Is this some kind of joke?

No one ever mentioned War being married, even when I asked the table of men about who had an old lady.

Still, I don’t show any emotion. Even though I’m fucking angry and extremely confused, I’m not going to give this woman the satisfaction of knowing that.

“Yes, his wife. We still own a house together. Has he taken you there?” She makes a mocking sound, and I’ve never wanted to punch a woman more in my life.

Honestly, what the fuck! I didn’t even know he had a house.

“Ora, I haven’t even seen her in years,” War says gently like he’s talking to a wild animal. “Just let me explain.Please…”

He’s had all the time in the world to explain. All the deep and meaningful chats we’ve shared, all the times we opened up to each other, and he didn’t think to tell me he was…married? He made it sound like he’d never felt the way he does with me before—like I am hisone and only. He was so incredibly angry when I kept the fact I was Rome’s daughter to myself, and the whole time, he’s had his own secrets to guard.

I hold up my finger, trying to control my breathing. The last thing I need is to throw up in front of everyone.

I might be pregnant.

And War has a wife.

I’m going to hyperventilate.

“Why the fuck are you here?” War snaps at Sarah in a tone I’ve never heard him use with me. “We’ve had no contact for five years.”

“We’re still married,” she says proudly.

“Only because you won’t sign the fucking papers,” he roars, making me jump. Noticing it, he turns to me and touches my shoulder. His voice and eyes are gentle. “I’m sorry, Ora. I should have told you. I’ve been working with Suit to convince her to sign the documents, but she won’t. I haven’t had any contact with her since the start of my prison sentence.”

Fuck! I’m going to be sick.

War takes in my expression, and his eyes flicker before he closes them slowly.

“I can’t deal with this right now,” I state before storming off.

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