Chapter 269
His jaw tightens, and whatever warmth I thought I’d seen in his eyes vanishes without a trace.
For a second, I think he’s about to storm out. Instead, he folds his arms across his chest, feet planted wide like he’s bracing himself for impact.
“So,” he says, his voice hardening. “This boyfriend of yours. Where did you meet him p>
I stare at him, disbelief flooding my chest.
“You came all the way here for that?” I ask. “Are you out of your mind p>
He ignores me. “Who is he p>
“Get out p>
“What’s his name? Where does he work p>
“Seriously, Noah. This is ridiculous, especially coming from you p>
“When did you start seeing him p>
“What the hell has that got to do with anything? ” I snap, stepping closer. “What has gotten into you p>
“I need to know,” he says.
I let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. “You need to know what, exactly p>
“I need to make sure he doesn’t have ulterior motives p>
“That’s bullshit,” I snap.
It’s obvious that, for whatever reason, Noah feels threatened. It’s Paris all over again with his jealousy flaring.
I don’t even think he understands what’s happening. He doesn’t realize he’s trying to keep me trapped in his shadow, where no man can have me while he still refuses to choose me himself.
“You’re pregnant,” he says, frustration bleeding through his voice. “You need to think about the baby’s safety p>
That does it. Something inside me cracks.
Is this what pregnancy hormones feel like? Because it seems like the smallest things can push me over the edge.
“I’m done having this conversation with you,” I say, my voice shaking despite my best efforts to keep it steady. “My baby is none of your concern p>
He stiffens, his hands clenching at his sides.
“He stopped being your concern,” I continue, forcing each word out, “the day you told me to abort my child p>
The silence that follows is deafening. It feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room.
“That’s not it…” he whispers.
“Then what is it?” I snap. “Because you seem to have a very selective memory when it comes to my baby. Or are you trying to use him to manipulate me p>
He steps toward me, and instinctively, I step back as I watch fire burn behind his eyes.
“Leave now, Noah,” I growl. “Leave before I lose my fucking shit p>
For a long moment, he doesn’t move. Then finally, he steps back, his jaw clenched, his eyes turning cold.
“Fine,” he grits out, turning toward the door.
Relief floods me because I’m finally rid of him, but that doesn’t last long because he pauses, his hand resting on the doorknob.
My breath hitches as he slowly turns back.
“Did you ever notice anything… strange… about Chloe?” he asks, half-turned.
A dozen memories flash through my mind. There were plenty of strange things. Too many, in fact, but I’m not about to unpack just how many red flags his wife carried.
I don’t know why he’s suddenly asking but I don’t care.
“I’m not doing this with you,” I say firmly.
I move toward him and push him the rest of the way out. He protests as I shove the door open and push him onto the porch.
“Sierra p>
“Good fucking night!” I snap, slamming the door shut and locking it.
He bangs on it, but I don’t move. Eventually, the noise stops.
I slide down against the door, breathing through the tightness in my chest, my heart still racing.
I’m just starting to come down from the adrenaline when the doorbell rings again.
My anger flares again as I push myself up.
Why the hell won’t he just let this go?
I wrench the door open. “Seriously, why can’t you just p>
I stop short because standing on the other side isn’t Noah.
It’s Adrian.