I packed up all our couple items and stuffed them into a trash bag.I was heading down the stairs with it when the front door suddenly swung open—Beckett walked in,carrying Delaney in his arms.
When he saw me standing silently by the door,a flicker of guilt flashed across his face.
“She’s not feeling well after what you did,”he said,like that explained everything.
“Not feeling well,huh?”I scoffed.“Then why isn’t she in a hospital?Why the hell would you bring her here?Do you think our home is some kind of recovery center for mistresses?”
“Watch your words,Evelyn,”he snapped.“I’m trying to fix things here.Whether you like it or not,Delaney is staying in this house.”
Delaney chimed in,her hand moving to gently rub her belly.“It’s true,Evelyn.There’s nothing going on between Beckett and me.I’m only staying for the baby.”
She said it just to provoke me.
I could feel the anger rising in my chest,bubbling and hot.I looked at Beckett and said,firm and loud,“This is our house,Beckett.I don’t want her living here.”
Beckett paused.His face twisted like he was conflicted.But then Delaney grabbed his hand and placed it on her belly.