I was going to hurt her all over again. Despite my good willed intentions and promises I made, I was still going to make her tread that path of pain again.
I grabbed what would make my fourth, fifth or hundredth cup of wine. I did not care to count as I only sought to wash out the bitter taste that had flooded my mouth at my wife’s announcement. Neither did I care for the eyes watching nor what they thought of my reaction to her news.
Everything else did not matter except her. My mate. My sweet Shyla of whom I should have been working at winning her heart instead of breaking it into even more tiny pieces.
That is what this news meant. If it was indeed true, if my chosen mate was indeed with child, it would be one more reason for my mate to hate my entire existence. One more reason to
