The Wife They Called Fool
Language: en
Everyone in Manhattan’s upper crust knew that Roman Kensington’s wife had an IQ of exactly seventy-five. A mild cognitive delay, the specialists called it. So, when Roman slid the glossy sonogram printout across the mahogany dining table toward me, it took my brain a full three minutes to process it. The penthouse was dead silent, save for the low, expensive hum of the central air. "Roman," I finally said, my voice quiet. "I just had my physical yesterday. I'm not pregnant." He wouldn't look at me. He kept his gaze fixed on the sprawling view of Central Park. "I know, Paige. This is...…