Second Chance at Love and Life
She even said she wanted to beg Reginald to save her, that if only he came for her, she would never reject him again.
When Reginald heard that, his expression soured with disgust.
That night, he crawled into my bed, wearing the most pitiful expression, and pleaded softly for comfort.
"Honey… Please take pity on me…"
Where in the world did he learn that delicate, wounded act?
I chuckled.
"Alright, alright. I'll pity you."
The result of that pity? Before long, I was pregnant once again.