Chapter Hundred And Fourteen: The Visitor

How could he say that? I wouldn’t blame him, though. Evans. He had been so excited that keeping quiet didn’t seem like an option to him. Why should he? He was so damn convinced that he’d be a father. He had no idea. The sight of the lawn outside didn’t bore me so much. Servants were moving back and forth across the large expanse with a mower. Another was with the largely oversized shears, pruning the hedges by the far wooden perimeter fence. Despite all these sights, I felt detached. Everything failed to make sense in my head. I wrapped my hands around my belly, unsure if I was shielding the baby from the truth or hiding him from myself. My very uncertain self. Who was to say my baby is a he anyway? That’s not the point, Regina. What is? My anger at Evans for spilling the beans when he sorely shouldn’t have? Or Angela, for fucking Thomas behind my back and finally marrying him? How shameless could she be? I wouldn’t get started on Thomas. He’ll fuck anything in a skirt, and I just