Does it really matter what we fought about? Whether it was a vacation or Ty?
If Ty knows we fought about him, what’s he going to think?
I’ve spent so much time lying about my relationship with Harrison, I’m not sure I even know how to tell the truth now.
What would be the harm in telling the truth? If he’s my attorney, he needs to know everything. Even if it makes me look guilty.
“And what was the fight about?” Martin takes notes as I talk, writing a few things down, checking in with glances to both Tyler and me.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, release it slowly before continuing. “It was about Ty.”
I feel the man in reference tense beside me. His jaw hard, arms folded across his chest. If he’s surprised, he does a good job at hiding it. But his anger radiates off him in waves. Is he mad I lied to him? Or mad I think about him?
“What about Ty?” Martin asks.
I go all in. What have I got to lose at this point? “Harrison believed I was thinking about Ty when we had sex.” I look to Ty to see his reaction, but he’s looking straight ahead.
“And were you?” Martin asks.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because that’s the only way it was enjoyable. And Ty was always the man I wanted to be having sex with. Not Harrison.”
Martin nods, stroking his chin as he thinks.
“May I ask why you married Harrison?”
I look to Ty. He still won’t shift his gaze from what’s right in front of him. His body vibrates with tension. If he’s this upset over what I’ve just shared, he’s never going to forgive me for what I’m about to. I’ll be honest, a small part of me thought him showing up at my house yesterday might lead to a possible reconciliation. Not now, or anything, but maybe some time in the future. A small part, since I have no idea what’s going on in his life right now. He could be living with someone for all I know. He’s not wearing a ring, so I doubt he’s married. I shouldn’t care.
It doesn’t matter, even if we had a chance, I’m about to kill it.
“Because I was pregnant.”
Ty jumps up from his seat, turning to look at me, shock blanketing his face. “What?”
I look at him, my eyes pleading with him to understand. “I didn’t know until after we’d broken things off and you’d spun up.” Tears stream down my face. He’s going to hate me, I just know it. Because this story doesn’t get any better.
“Was it mine?” Ty asks.
I nod.
“Our baby? As in I got you pregnant?”
I nod again. Not sure if I can speak.
“What the fuck, Genevieve.” Ty begins pacing, running his hands through his hair. I can tell he’s still processing the first part of this. I’m afraid to see how he handles the second. Martin and I both remain silent until he slows to look at me again.
“You didn’t tell me,” Ty rasps.
“I swear. I wanted to get word to you, but I was told it would be a bad idea.”
“From whom?” he demands.
“Your commanding officer for one. He said you were undercover, and it wouldn’t be good to divide your focus. And Harrison agreed.”
“You talked to Harrison aboutmy babybefore you talked to me.”
