On Christmas morning, Jasper returned with Kimberly cradled in his arms.Once they were inside, he called my name. His tone slowed."Roxanne, Kimmy is pregnant." He paused, then added, "I have to marry her."I looked at him without blinking. "Marry her?"Three years earlier, after my miscarriage, I had woken on a cold operating table. He had held my hand and spoken each word with the solemn weight of a vow. "Roxy, we will have children again. I will only ever choose you in this life."Now he had gotten another woman pregnant, and he wanted to marry her.Under the pressure of his stare, my expression did not change."You forgot," I said evenly. "It's Christmas today—"Before I could finish, Kimberly suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me. She moved fast and positioned herself in front of Jasper.She looked up at me. Her face was pale, and tears were spilling down in heavy drops."Roxanne, if you want to blame someone, blame me," she cried. "I was the one who couldn't con
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