Divorced With His Heir In My Belly
"We are already married, Lucy. Why does a church ceremony matter so much to you?"
Lucy’s hand flew up, and for a second, I thought she was going to slap me. She trembled with rage, her chest heaving. "I gave you a child, Tyler! I gave you the one thing she couldn't! Doesn't that count for anything?"
I looked toward the nursery again. Leena. "Does she look like me, Lucy?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
Lucy froze. The color drained from her face for a split second before she masked it with an indignant scowl. "What? Of course she does. She has... she has your spirit."