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

I smile at her humorlessly. “You never fucking knew me at all, Hannah. You wonder why I fell for
her so hard, so quickly? It’s because I never loved you in the first place. You were an obligation,
someone I tolerated and placated because I had no other choice. I never lost my patience with you
because I never truly gave a fuck about you.”
She jumps off her seat and approaches me. “Is that what helps you sleep at night?” she asks, her
finger digging into my chest. “Are you truly going to stand here and reduce everything we shared to a
mere obligation? Is that what our child is to you, too?” She places a hand on her stomach and sniffs.
“Does no part of you want to raise this baby with me? Don’t you want what’s best for our child? Are
you truly so blinded by Raven that you can’t see how much you’re hurting me? How much your
actions will end up hurting our baby? She’ll never love our child the way I’ll love them. How could
she possibly accept and love a kid that isn’t hers, that reminds her of your past with me?”
I run a hand through my hair, at a loss. This isn’t how I saw this conversation going. I shouldn’t
have lost my patience with her. If I’d acted the way I always used to with her, I might have gotten her
to sign.
“Ares,” she says, blinking rapidly. “I… I don’t feel well.”
She scrunches her brows, and then her body sways. I reach for her and pull her into me just as she
faints, her body going slack in my embrace.
“Fuck! Get me a doctor!”