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

Chapter Sixty-Eight
ARES
My heart feels heavy as I walk into the house I arranged for Hannah. I wish it hadn’t come to this,
because despite the rift between them, I know Raven still loves Hannah. I was I didn’t stand at the
center of their fallout. All I want to bring my wife is happiness, not torment. I know Raven. I know
she’s still hoping that Hannah will change, but she won’t.
“Ares,” she says, smiling. That intimate and smug smile of hers irritates me. I may have been able
to dispel many of the rumors she circulated, but I wasn’t able to get rid of them entirely.
“Congratulations,” I tell her. “The doctor told me you’re in the clear, and the baby is doing well.
Looks like a change of scenery is exactly what you needed.”
She nods. “Yeah. I love this place. It’s much better than your place. We’ll have to renovate that. It
isn’t child-friendly, and I hate the interior.”
I nod as I sit down on the sofa, opposite her. “Yeah, we’re not doing that. Raven put a lot of love
into our home, and it’s staying exactly the way it is.”
She raises her brows. “I won’t let you see our daughter if the environment you’re taking her to
isn’t safe for her. I already have reservations about leaving her around Raven. What if she stages
some kind of accident and hurts our baby?”
I glance down at her stomach. She’s started to show now, but despite being nearly six months
along, it’s barely noticeable.
“Is she? Is she mine? I’ve asked you this before, but I need the truth, Hannah.”
She hesitates for a moment before pasting on a bright smile. “Of course she is. Is this Raven
again? Did you speak to her recently?”
I lean back and stare at her. “Keep my wife’s name out of your filthy mouth,” I say, smiling. “And
explain this to me.”
I hand her a folder and watch her closely as she goes through it. “It’s a prenatal paternity test.
Some of those blood tests the doctor did? Yeah, they weren’t all regular tests. We conducted a fetal
cell analysis, comparing the genetic profile of the fetal cells in your bloodstream to mine. It wasn’t a
match. I’m not the father.” I run a hand through my hair. “But then again, you already knew that, didn’t
you?”
I look away, my heart breaking for Raven. I’ve put her through so much, and what for? I know that