Tina Roberts One Life To Live Novels & Stories

We sit out on his back terrace, enjoying the perfect, early June weather, and his wife, Cynthia, brings out a tray of cocktails and joins us for one round. Cynthia is a sweet woman, beautiful and accomplished, a loving mother to their daughter, Sarah, and son, Robert, but I feel a little sad for her, knowing how little Bob cares for her. She’s dressed smartly, in a blouse and skirt, and her martinis are as perfect as their beautifully-appointed house. Everywhere are signs of Cynthia trying, and Bob not trying at all.

There was silence in the room for about 3 seconds before Roberta charged again. “Did you use protection? You and Vandyke?” “Yes! I made sure of that, I even strapped it on myself.” I replied. Roberta looked unsettled, “So who is responsible then? You never told me you were seeing someone else.” “I am not seeing anyone else, Vandyke was the only man in my life.” “Goodness.” Roberta hummed. My head was spinning, and I’m sure I would have fainted if I weren’t lying down. My body trembled and my lips quivered, what am I going to do now? God please let it be a tumor, what am I going to do if it’s a pregnancy?