My BFF’s “Gift” for My Daughter? She’s Pregnant With MY Husband’s Baby! Chapter 13
Minutes later, sounds started bleeding through the wall.
Kissing. Moaning.
Quinn’s voice, breathy and smug:
“God, you’re evil. Making Olivia listen to us.”
“Baby, I can be way worse than this. Wanna find out…?”
I clamped my hands over my ears.
Didn’t help. Sound leaked through my fingers anyway.
Cold seeped into my chest, spreading like poison. I curled up on the floor.
My brain was tearing itself apart.
One second-Derek smiling at me. His promises. His kindness.
Next second-imagining him tangled up with Quinn on the other side of that wall.
My head felt like it was splitting open. I fumbled through my pockets, pulled out my antidepressants, Started swallowing them one after another.
Don’t know how long passed.
Then the door opened.
Derek stood there in just a towel, looking down at me:
“That’s all it takes? How the hell are you gonna survive a whole year of this?”
Behind him, Quinn-covered in hickeys-laughed:
“Babe, don’t tell me you’re going soft on her.”
Derek’s eyes flickered for a second. Then he sneered:
“Hell no.”
“I married her to make her feel exactly what I felt. Why would I feel sorry for her now?”
I looked up at him.
Despair spread through my chest.
None of it was real. He never loved me. This whole thing was just revenge.
Something in me snapped.
Suddenly I had strength I didn’t know I had left.
I shot up. Slapped him across the face.
The crack echoed.
All three of us froze.
Then Derek exploded:
“You hit me? Olivia, you’ve got a fucking death wish!”
The pain in my chest went so deep it almost felt like nothing.
I laughed bitterly:
“Wasn’t that your bet? That I’d slap you when I found out?”
I laughed harder:
“But if it was Aaron? I never would’ve hit him. I actually loved him too much for that.”
Derek’s face went dark as hell.
He stared at me for a long time. Then smiled:
“You did that on purpose.”
“Fine. You want me angry? Done.”
He stepped back. The door started closing.
This time, I didn’t try to stop it.
Just backed up slowly until I reached the bed.
When the sounds started again next door, I piled up the blankets.
Climbed on top.
Opened the skylight-the one Derek had custom-made for me.
Crawled through it onto the roof.
Every step, a voice whispered in my head:
“Just die. Derek doesn’t love you. Never did. He only wanted revenge. You’ll only be free when you’re dead.”
The voice faded.
I smiled.
And jumped.
This time, my body fell past Derek’s window.
“OLIVIA, NO!”
Inside, Derek’s face twisted in horror as he lunged for the glass.
