Chapter 6. More Trouble

“Where are you taking me to?” I asked, taking note of the different route he was driving.

He had come to bail me a few minutes ago. I had spent thirty-six hours in a holding cell. I’d had my morning sickness just this morning, and it was a kind female cop who had helped me with a bucket.

I was itchy and unkempt, but I didn’t care about my physical looks — not when my heart was bruised. This emotional turmoil was too much for me.

“Is that the apology you should be rendering?” His tone was as I’d heard it the last time — unfriendly and hard.

“You want me to apologize to you after what you’ve done to me?”My voice shook badly with sadness and disbelief. I blinked back tears.“Take me to my husband. Let’s go talk to him. You’re the only one who can clear this air! You had sex with me.”

“Shut up!” he bellowed.

His deep, angry voice had me flinching as though he’d slapped me.

“Someone — who was definitely not me — had sex with you and you didn’t eve