Novels by Sherospen

Sandra's POV"Sandra," he said without even bothering to turn around. "Who else were you sleeping with nine years ago while you were making a fool out of me?"My stomach dropped. "Don't insult me, Zadok."He finally turned, and whatever little hope I'd carried into that room died the moment I saw his face."Insult you?" He let out a bitter laugh. "The only person who has the right to feel insulted right now is me."He reached for a folder on his desk and tossed it in my direction. It landed against the glass table between us. I stared at it. "The DNA results."My fingers went cold. "You ran a DNA? How did you...?""That'snot your business Sandra. What matters is that the results have shown your true colours.""What? What do you mean?""You tell me.""I don't understand.""You don't understand?" His voice rose, the controlled anger finally cracking through. "I've spent nine years completely oblivious to the fact that I might even have a child. Nine years wondering why the woman I love

Sandra's POVThe door gave in on the third hit, wood splintering off the frame in a burst that sent Kelly's whole body flinching against mine."Ms. Simmons, step away from the child."Two officers came in first, then a woman in an ash cardigan with a clipboard pressed to her chest like a shield. Behind them, some more officers crowded the doorway, flashlights cutting through the darkness in our tiny living room even though the lights were already on."You can't just break into my home. You can't do this. It's illegal.""We have a court order, ma'am." The woman stepped closer, her tone so stern that it made my skin crawl. "We received documentation citing housing instability and past mental health concerns, and we need to take the little girl in for evaluation.""There's nothing wrong with her. Look at her, she's fine, she's happy.""Mommy." Kelly's fingers dug into my shirt, her whole body shaking against mine. "Mommy, don't let them carry me.""I won't, my baby." I wrapped both arms

Maya's PovThe lab was empty except for me and the machines humming away because nobody bothered to switch them off. I'd been staring at the monitor intently watching the loading sign and waiting for the time the results would finally pop up, my knee bouncing under the desk the whole time.Paternal Match: 99.9%. Zadok was undoubtedly the father of the child but still, seeing it in the result sent a chill down my spine. I had laboured too hard for a test result to ruin things for me. Nine years of careful lies stitched together one thread at a time, and this one line of text was about to unravel every single one of them the second it landed on his desk.I couldn't let that happen.I did everything within my power to make her disappear and now, all of a sudden, she shows up with a daughter who looked exactly like him. My fingers moved across the keyboard instinctively. I pulled up the raw data file, found the decimal point buried down in a string of numbers nobody but a lab scientist

Zadok's Pov"Mummy, who is this big bully bothering you?"Mummy? It couldn't be Sandra right? I spun around just to make sure. A little girl stood near the curtains, maybe eight years old, small fists clenched tight at her sides, chin lifted like she wasn't afraid of a single thing in that entire room. Dark curls framed a face that stopped my breath cold.She had grey eyes. My exact shade of grey, staring straight up at me without blinking.I didn't move, I couldn't."Well?" she demanded, planting her feet wider like she was preparing to fight me if she had to. "Are you going to quit bothering my mommy or not?"My mouth couldn't work. I stared at her hair, dark and thick, at the shape of her jaw, at the small gap between her front teeth when she scowled at me, and I was completely shaken. This couldn't be. Elias used to smile exactly like that."Kelly." Sanda yelled but it sounded more like a whisper. "I asked you to not come out, no matter what." She moved fast, stepping directly b

Sandra's PovThe tray shook so hard the glasses on it clinked together, loud enough to cut through the low murmur of the crowd around me. I tightened my grip, willing my hands to stop, but they wouldn't listen.His eyes moved across the room and stopped on mine.For a second, he didn't move.His mouth parted slightly, his brows lifting. The glass in his hand lowered, and his fingers tightened around it. Whatever had flashed across his face disappeared without a trace. He leaned toward the man beside him and whispered something, then he started walking.The people in his way moved before he had to ask them to. A few turned as he passed, following him with their eyes, but his never left mine. I stood where I was, my fingers curling around the edge of the table.And he just kept coming.He stopped close enough that I had to tilt my head back to hold his eyes, the warmth of blowing on my face. "Sandra Whitmore." His voice came out flat, but his eyes said something else entirely. "Serving

Sandra's Pov "Mommy, my chest feels like it's squeezing again." I dropped the box I was packing and turned around swiftly. Kelly was in the kitchen doorway, one hand pressed against her chest, her face pale in a way that scared me more than anything on that eviction notice ever could. "Since when, baby?" I crossed the room and knelt in front of her. "Just now. It hurts a little." "Come and sit down for me." I guided her to the chair and pressed two fingers to her wrist, counting the way the cardiologist had taught me to. Her pulse jumped fast under my fingers and my own heart began to beat fast. "We're going to the clinic." "But what about the boxes?" "Forget the boxes."I quickly changed into something else and we left for the clinic. The doctor listened to Kelly's chest for a long time, his face giving nothing away until he finally straightened. "Her rhythm is unstable, and this is not the usual one that happens" he said. "What does that mean, doctor?" "I am not so sure