I knew Darrell would ask about the abortion, so I paid to have a fake medical report drawn up. He could forge documents, and so could I.
When I got home, Darrell was already there, just as I expected. The first words out of his mouth were about the procedure.
To keep the act convincing, I didn't say a word. I just handed him the report.
Darrell's face broke into a satisfied smile, though he still put on a show in front of me.
He grabbed my hand, his voice dripping with emotion as he consoled me. "Regina, I've wronged you. I can never make it up to you in this lifetime, but in the next one, I swear I'll spend every moment making it right."
I almost laughed.
Darrell Simmons, even if you came back as my servant in the next life, I wouldn't spare you a single glance.
To sell the act, I went straight back to the bedroom and lay down.
Outside the door, Darrell wasted no time calling Naomi. Even through the wall, I could hear the giddiness in his voice.
I caught fragments of the conversation. Something about moving on to the next phase of the plan.
So their endgame was close. I had to admit, I was curious to see what they had cooked up.
I lay in bed, and at some point, I actually drifted off.