The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

Chapter Fifty-Nine
ARES
I look up when Hannah walks into our kitchen, dark circles underneath her eyes. I stare at her in
disbelief. Is she truly carrying my child? She was so adamant that we wouldn’t have children for at
least a couple more years, so how could this have happened? When did this happen? In the weeks
leading up to our wedding, all we did was argue. I can’t even remember the last time I slept with her.
It only could’ve been that one time that I got drunk shortly after I had Raven in my lap. I woke up with
Hannah in my bed, when it’s Raven I wanted.
Hannah takes a seat at the breakfast bar, and the smile on her face grates on me. There’s something
so smug about it, as though she feels like she’s won some sort of game. It wouldn’t surprise me if
that’s exactly how it feels for her. All she does is play with people’s lives.
“Where is Raven?”
I grit my teeth. I don’t like hearing my wife’s name come out of her mouth. It raises every
protective instinct in me and leaves me feeling helpless. I’d destroy her if I could, but she’s become
even more untouchable to me now. Not only is she my wife’s sister, she’s also the mother of my child
— supposedly.
“She’s at work. She barely slept and rushed out early in the morning.”
Hannah nods. “It must be hard for her, to know that we’re having a baby together. I can imagine
that now, even more so, she regrets marrying you.”
My heart squeezes painfully as fear nips at me. When I spoke to her, we seemed to be on the same
page, but for how long? It took all of her to cut ties with Hannah, and now this? Just being around
Hannah breaks Raven’s heart. What will this pregnancy do to her? I’ve never felt this much hatred and
helplessness. No amount of power or money can save us from the pain we’re about to face. Can I bear
seeing my wife cry herself to sleep each time Hannah hurts her feelings? What if she ends up turning
our child against Raven too? It’d break her heart, over and over again, for years.
“Are we?” I ask. “Are we having a baby together? Is the child mine?”
Hurt flashes through her eyes, and I sigh. I can’t tell what’s real with her. I have no idea if she’s
acting, but I wouldn’t put it past her.
Tears fill her eyes, and she places a hand on her stomach. “Of course, Ares. What… how could
you…” she looks away, a tear running down her face. “Raven has truly made you hate me, hasn’t she?