The Forbidden Read online Jodi Ellen Malpas

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
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The possibility hits me like lightning, the bolts tearing through me and making my stomach churn in dread. I fumble for my bag, feeling around with shaky hands for my phone. When I finally find it, I press the wrong icons again and again in my panic, trying to load my calendar. It takes a few seconds to count back the weeks. Then only a few more for the sick feeling to come over me. I’m suddenly very hot and dizzy. I start to hyperventilate – my breathing diminishing to virtually nothing, sending my surroundings into a whirl.

‘Are you okay?’

I look to the side blankly, finding the woman with the pram has stopped beside me. She looks genuinely concerned for me. My eyes fall to the baby, now sleeping peacefully. My stomach clenches and I double over, throwing up at my feet.

‘Oh my goodness!’ she cries, her hand rubbing my back.

I manage to hold my hand up while I retch, the strain on my stomach bringing water to my eyes. Or are they more tears? ‘I’m fine,’ I croak, accepting the baby wipe she is holding out to me and wiping my mouth. ‘Thank you.’ I straighten and rush away, too worried to be mortified by my public spewing episode.

I eventually find myself in a public toilet. Not that I ever imagined I’d be in this situation, but if I had, I would never have anticipated I would resort to the impersonal location of a lavatory that maybe a million people had used. Yet here I am, sitting on the seat of the loo, staring down at a pregnancy test.

Positive.

The two lines are glowing, taunting me, yelling in my face that I’m a careless, stupid bitch. Careless isn’t a word that will be used by many others. Deceitful will be one, as well as manipulative, scheming and calculating. Nothing I can say or do will change that. It’s something I will have to live with, along with the judgements for stealing another woman’s husband.

The crushing pain is only amplified by the fact that the one person who will trust I didn’t do this on purpose isn’t available for me to call today. I can’t phone him and I can’t see him. I have no one to turn to, no one who I can be sure won’t annihilate me and will instead give me the cuddle that I need.

My world isn’t slowly falling apart. It’s crashing down around me, and I feel like it’s all out of my control. I feel no sense of achievement while I look down at the positive test. I don’t feel even a glimmer of excitement through the turmoil I’m in. This is without doubt the worst thing that could have happened. This changes everything.

I drop the test into my bag, exit the cubicle, wash my hands and avoid the mirror as I walk out. I don’t need a reflection to tell me I look like a ghost. I’m cold, my blood feels like it has drained from my body and my breathing is shallow. I feel like a shadow of a woman, and I know I must look like one too.

I think I must have walked around every park in London by the time the sun starts to set. My feet ache, but it’s nothing in comparison to my head, my stomach and my heart. There’s been no word from Jack. I wonder if he’s had to take her to hospital because she’s done something reckless. I wonder if he’s even told her. I wonder if he’s covered in scratches. I can’t go home and sit there alone. I can’t face my parents or my friends. I have nowhere to go. I’ve never felt so lonely.

As I drag myself into a coffee house, my phone rings and my heart leaps. I retrieve my mobile from my bag quickly and glance down at the screen. I don’t even have the room to feel guilty when I sag with disappointment, seeing the caller’s not Jack. I contemplate ignoring Lizzy’s call for a few moments, worried that any more negativity might have me folding to the ground here and now, but a glimmer of hope shines through my fear, and I answer.

‘I’m so sorry,’ she chokes out, her voice trembling. ‘I’m just so worried about you, Annie. I’m trying so hard to hope for happiness for you, and it’s truly killing me that I can’t. You deserve so much more than this shit. You deserve the fairy tale. Why did you have to go and fall in love with a married man?’

‘I didn’t plan it.’ I drop to a chair at a nearby table. ‘I so didn’t want this to happen. I tried to walk away; you have to believe me.’

‘It really doesn’t matter now, does it? You’re in up to your neck.’


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