NEXT – PART: time that night, shame crossed his face. Not enough to matter. Just enough to prove he understood what he had done.
“Let’s go home,” he said. “We can talk.”
“No.”
“Maya, please. You’re upset.”
“I’m clear.”
“You shouldn’t be here in this condition.”
That did make her laugh, softly. “This condition? You mean carrying your child while you sleep with another woman?”
His jaw tightened. “Keep your voice down.”
There it was. The real Alexander. Not sorry because he hurt her. Afraid because someone might hear.
Maya looked at him and felt something inside her close like a vault.
“You won’t see me break,” she said. “Not here. Not ever.”
Then she turned and walked away.
He followed her to the elevator, whispering her name, bargaining, apologizing, blaming stress, loneliness, pressure, anything but himself. She did not answer. When the elevator doors opened, she stepped……Keep reading below