Chapter 137
137 – Two Women, One Heart
Graham:
“That is not happening. I will take care of my daughter alone. None of you will be allowed near her, because I can tell none of you care for her,” I commented.
My father ignored me, climbed into the car, and we drove back to the guest house.
When we entered, I noticed Baxter already standing in the living room.
His arms were folded over his chest while he glared at me.
“How did you feel ruining her mental health?” Baxter questioned.
I tried to look away from him.
“Don’t judge me. I did not do it purposely,” I whispered.
“Why don’t you ask her how she feels about breaking my marriage?” Kaylee stepped forward and argued with
Baxter.
He gave her a sharp and confused glare.
“Are you usually that dumb, or is there nothing in your beta brain?” he yelled at her.
I saw her body shake for a moment. She had been too used to abusing me and shouting at me, forgetting that not everyone would take it.
When Baxter yelled at her, she turned to me as if asking for help. I did not help her. She had brought this on herself.
“She did not break your marriage. She does not even want to be acknowledged as someone who shares a child with your man. Tell your man to stop going after her. She said no, and a no means no,” Baxter yelled at her, pointing at her.
She tried hard to stop herself from hitting him, but Baxter would not tolerate anything like that.
“Well, my husband does not want her. From what I have noticed, he is just trying to fill a void. He wanted a child from me, and since I could not give him one, he decided to go for Madeline,” she screamed. My eyes widened at her words.
“No, don’t look at me like that. You cannot fool me, Graham. You forgot about her, but suddenly you remember that you wanted her and that you wanted a child. Oh, come on,” she groaned, wiping her tears with the back of her
hand.
My father had already stepped away from the kitchen. When he returned, he looked much more relaxed, almost cocky, holding a glass of wine.
“So, are you the father of one of her children?” he asked again.
I watched the veins rise in Baxter’s arms. He slowly turned his head toward my father.
“Father, what did I say about not mentioning it?” I hissed, grunting under my breath, reminding him not to cross that line again, especially not in front of Baxter.
“No, I am just curious. So she turns out to be a freak. How is it possible for a she–wolf to carry pups of different alphas? And does that mean she slept with three men? Was it in one night or different nights? I am assuming it
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must have been one night since the kids were conceived together,” my father continued.
Baxter’s veins began to turn red instead of blue. Even his face reddened.
Then he looked at me, and fear ran through me because I knew what his state meant. It meant destruction.
“Tell your father to keep this inside him. All these questions could lead to a very big disaster, ” Baxter warned me.
His voice sounded like a growl, the kind that came from an angry wolf ready to tear the world apart.
“And I will not let any of you take her children away from her. She has been through enough,” Baxter added. After giving us one last look, he stepped away.
I had never felt so guilty. Everyone made it seem as if I was the one who did not care for Madeline.
It hurt more than I expected.
When he left, I turned toward my father, who stared right back at me.
“Don’t worry. That alpha cannot do anything. Besides, I give you my word, that woman and her children will be with us,” my father reassured.
I searched for a way to escape the pressure building in my chest.
I needed to be alone in the woods. Everything had become too much for me, just as it had for the others.
As I turned to leave the mansion, Kaylee stepped into my path.
“How could you do this to me?” she asked. Tears streamed down her face. “Did you not care about me once?” she questioned shakily.
“Kaylee, step out of my way,” I requested.
“No. I want you to tell me. Did you never love me, not even once?” she pressed.
I avoided her eyes.
After we married, I had started to feel something for her. It was a different kind of feeling, something close to love.
Eventually, I had fallen in love with her. I cared for her, and I pictured a future with her.
But everything changed when Madeline returned. The old feeling rose back up stronger than anything I had ever felt for Kaylee.
Yet it was still painful to see Kaylee break like this.
If I had to pick between the two, I would pick Madeline. She had my daughter.
She was the mother of my child, and Kaylee could no longer fulfill what I wanted.
“I love Madeline,” I told her.
She lifted her hand to slap me, but it never reached my face. For the first time, I gasped. It felt like something
inside her had vanished.
She stepped aside in silence, surprising me as she allowed me to pass.
“Well you are free to do whatever you want, because my love for you is so deep that I would rather watch you be happy than cry with me,” she uttered in a broken tone.
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My chest tightened at her words.
“Just one request though. Even if you discard me to the servant’s quarter, keep me with you,” she finished.
Then she walked past me to our bedroom.
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