The Hidden Heir’s Ten Year Wager
Language: en
The tenth time I caught her. Cordelia "Delia" Jennifer in our bed, with a new man. My reaction was less of an eruption, more of a clinical observation. I glanced at my watch, then, with a strange gentleness, offered the young man in the bed a jacket. “Isn’t your prenatal appointment scheduled for the afternoon? Why the early return?” When I didn’t answer, Delia kissed the new face next to her and subtly positioned herself between us, her body a shield. “He’s just a kid. Whatever your issue is, take it up with me.” She fully expected the hysteria. The screaming, the broken glass, the…