knew he was cheating.”
Mark approached me again — this time without arrogance, without his smile, without Paige on his arm. “Danielle, if that baby is mine, we can stop this. We can start over.” I looked at him the way you look at a burned-down house. With memory. Not with the desire to live there again. “No.” “It’s my child.” “Yes.” “I have rights.continue reading …
