Frayed (Torn #2)(3)

My betraying body responded to his lovemaking, but I knew I had to do it now. Although the idea of waiting appealed more, I simply couldn’t wait to spill the news any longer. I needed to tell someone, now. “It can’t wait… I have to tell you…” I paused and shut my eyes, but Harry seemed to be too occupied with his rapid strokes to hear me. “I’m… pregnant.” I waited a few more seconds for it to dawn on him, but he was still f*uking me.

Did he not hear me at all? Goodness gracious!

“I’m thirteen weeks pregnant!” I yelled at him, loud enough for him to hear me through his labored pants and grunts. That did get his attention.

“For f*uk sake, are you serious?” Harry looked incredulous.

Dead serious. Like I would joke about something like being pregnant? f*uktard!

“Yeah, because I have a sick sense of humor, idiot. Of course I’m serious!” I spat back at him. He immediately looked stony before he pulled out of me and got up, pacing. As he paced he took care of the condom, throwing it in the trash bin.

“f*uk! f*uk! Becka is pregnant! You’re pregnant! f*uk! Becka will kill me. Shit, your entire family will murder me—your father will be the one to stab me first!” He purposely knocked the vase on the foyer’s table over before he started to cuss and pace about again.

Granted, I expected him to freak out, though I didn’t see him acting all paranoid. I gathered myself up and fixed my clothes before I walked to where he stood. He needed my reassurance and I needed him to calm down before we could discuss things like rational adults.

“You have to get rid of it. There’s no other way to fix this and solve the problem. That baby will be the end of me—end of us—and my marriage.”

Yeah, I was always the second place. I knew that, but it hurt every time he chose to remind me. “What if I want to keep it? We could move and live somewhere, just you and me, and our baby.” I suggested mildly. The idea never occurred to me before… but now that I think about it, it made perfect sense. I wanted to be with him. I loved him without a doubt, I’d give up everything just to be with him.

Harry glared at me like I suggested the most horrid thing. His dark eyes sliced me in two. “Don’t be stupid! I will be taken out of my parents will if I do. I stand to lose more than you do.” He inched closer to me, eyes hard. “Prove this love you speak so highly of, Trista. If you truly do love me, you will do this for me and your family and me . I will arrange everything. All I need you to do is say yes.”

I stood there frozen. Torn between my child and the man I loved, but deep down, I knew he had a point. My family would disown me. Or, they would hate me and I would never live it down for the rest of my life. The shame, the humiliation that it would bring to my family, would be hard to endure. Harry impregnated cousins, a few months apart. How does one fathom the idea? It was inconceivable.

“Give me a few more days to think about it,” I murmured not looking at him.

My response got me another menacing glare. “You have until Sunday. I will have everything set up the following day to get rid of it. This is f*uking serious, Trista. Think of Becka and what this will do to her. If it comes down to it, I will choose my marriage over this. I never wanted this to end, but it’s inevitable now.” Harry walked off towards where he left his pants in the foyer. He quickly dressed and stood a few feet behind me.

“No, don’t say that…” I was crumbling inside, but he didn’t seem to care. My tears flowed and I couldn’t be bothered to wipe them away. I was beyond caring. I wanted to scream, yell and reason with him, but his cold-hearted demeanor stopped me. He already made his point clear. His family comes first. I simply couldn’t compete with that.

“Expect my call on Sunday. I will not speak to you until then.” Harry stood there for another minute before he sighed and walked out of the cottage.

I felt betrayed by him. I understood what I needed to do, but what I couldn’t fathom was his harsh treatment of me. For the very first time, I really felt like a mistress. Harry’s sex puppet, something to be used and abused until it was time to be thrown out.

I had no clue how long I stood there, silently crying. There was no one to blame except me. Being a mistress was always a disadvantage. Every woman knew that. It didn’t stop me, though. The temptation was too hard to resist. Harry’s seduction was difficult to refuse.

At the end of it all, I stood at the losing end. No matter how you looked at it, I was irrevocably defeated.





Chapter 2


Present


Trista



“Carter and I will be there in thirty. You better get your stinky ass ready!” Lindsey enthusiastically spoke on the other end.

“Yes, Lindsey, anything else?”

“Yes, doll. Bring your fantabulous self because we’re going to Greece to frolic with hot European men. See ya!” Lindsey hung up the phone, but I held it against my ear for another minute before I placed it on the table.

I’m all packed and ready.

This trip was planned a month ago, before Emma left to shoot a film in some private Greek Island. I really was ecstatic that Emma was doing her thing and a month ago, nothing could’ve stopped me from going to see one of my best friends.

But that was a month ago. A couple of days after Emma left, my life crumbled before me.