All Yours Daddies (by Mirabella) novel Chapter 2

SARAH

I swallow hard. My knees buckle underneath me.

Amusement lights up in her eyes as she chuckles and shakes her head.

“You’re surprised he told me? He let me know that he needs a woman who will be able to cater to him and fill his home with children, and you can’t do either. So why don’t you scoot over and make way for a real woman, huh?”

“Fuck this,” I hiss and look away from her.

“Fuck this, and fuck you!” I can’t stop myself from turning back to her and screaming as I run up the stairs.

I don’t want to cry, but I can’t help it.

Uterine Hypoplasia.

I was diagnosed one year after my wedding. Aaron and I had been trying for a baby for a year, but it never worked. A visit to the hospital made me know that my uterus was malformed and never developed properly, hence, it would never be able to carry a baby.

It tore me into shreds. I had always dreamed of starting a family, and knowing that I could never have a child of my own was a severe blow to my face.

I had tried to talk to Aaron about adoption over the years, but he was always very mean and dismissive about it. I decided to throw my time and heart to growing Wellspring insurance a few months after the devastating news.

Then, he started growing distant, until this very day.

Enough. I’ve had enough.

I push the door of the master bedroom open and stomp into my closet. I don’t stop to think. There’s nothing to think about.

I take out a suitcase and begin to throw whatever my hand grabs into it.

Aaron appears by the door shortly, the scent of his soap hits my nostrils, announcing his presence. I ignore it, sniffing continuously, trying to fight my tears.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

A butter chuckle tears through my throat. I pause for a brief moment to look at him.

“You are one shameless son of a bitch, you know that, don’t you?”

He raises a careless brow.

“And you’re calling me names because?”

I take two steps towards him, and his gaze remains on me. How can he dare to look me in the eyes after what he’s done?

“It’s bad enough that you decided to embarrass me by sleeping with everything in a skirt. But telling your whores about the things I have to struggle with? Spilling the one secret we should have kept as a couple?”

The tears come rushing in strong waves, and it’s taking all of my strength to hold them back.

I know my husband enough to know that he’ll throw everything he has…and I’m not…I’m not certain I’m ready to become the monster I’ll need to become to fight him, and win.

I suck in a tired breath through my snot filled nose when someone pulls the chair in front of me. The screeching noise causes me to roll my eyes.

I don’t look up before I speak.

“I don’t know who you are, and I do not mean to be rude, but I’m really not in the mood, so please leave.”

“It’s us, kitten.”

The voice causes my breath to cease in my throat.

I drop my palms to look up at them.

The HawkThorne brothers. All three of them. Here with me. What are the odds?

They all sit around me, but it’s Jaxon that leans forward and reaches for my hands.

He studies me, his fingers brushing lightly over my knuckles.

“Who hurt you, kitten?”

His voice is low, but there’s an edge to it—almost lethal. Like he’s ready to destroy whoever brought tears to my eyes.