The Wife – Part Two: For Better, For Worse. ML Roberts
Читать онлайн.| Название | The Wife – Part Two: For Better, For Worse |
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| Автор произведения | ML Roberts |
| Жанр | Современная зарубежная литература |
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| Издательство | Современная зарубежная литература |
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| isbn | 9780008259877 |
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Copyright © ML Roberts 2017
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For my husband. His constant support has been everything.
Table of Contents
I start to pull the door towards me, a slight breeze blowing in from outside as it slowly opens, and then I hear it – that sound, a scream that barely has time to resonate before it’s quickly stopped, and it takes a second before I realise it was me, I was the one screaming; the one who was silenced by a hand being clamped heavily over my mouth.
It was me who was screaming…
Michael blamed himself for not protecting me. He blamed himself for everything, but it wasn’t his fault.
It wasn’t.
Not really.
I pull my knees to my chest and hug them tightly as I sit in the corner of the room that should have been our baby’s nursery. The light, bright yellow walls are almost taunting me, smiling down at me, reminding me of what this room should have been.
The people Michael and I should have been.
Parents.
Fourteen Months Earlier
I can’t feel anything but fear. It’s all-consuming. As I’m slammed back against the glass door I want to cry out in pain, but I can’t; that hand is still clamped firmly over my mouth.
I close my eyes, squeeze them shut, try to pretend this is a dream. I’m going to wake up any second now because this isn’t happening. And then the hand is roughly removed, and I let out a gasp, double over, clasp my stomach. I need to protect my baby.
A smell of a strong floral perfume fills my nostrils and I look up, my head seemingly taking an eternity to raise itself – it feels like everything is happening in slow motion right now.
‘You’re prettier than I thought you’d be.’
Her words both confuse and terrify me, and I back up against the door, my hand still splayed out over my stomach. I don’t know what to do.
‘How did you get in here?’
Her eyes glance over my shoulder at the door behind me. ‘You made it too easy.’
I frown, look behind me. I remember Michael took the rubbish out a couple of hours ago… We always check every door is locked before