Oblivion (Alphaholes #4)

34. Evan

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EVAN

W hen my cell rings for the first time, I reach over and reject the call, then turn it off completely. I can’t speak to Sammy right now because I need a little time to process everything.

My wife is pregnant.

My wife is pregnant because I drugged her, had her birth control removed, drugged her again so I could inject her with fertility drugs, and then fucked her over and over again bombarding her body with my cum with the sole intention of making a baby.

But the whole time I was doing that, she was basking in the success of her plan to manipulate me into claiming her.

Honestly, just thinking about everything we’ve both done to get to this point in our relationship doesn’t seem real. Our lives right now read like the plot of one of the books Sammy and I have been reading. Where the heroes are all crazy psychos, and the women are all too soft until they’re forced to become diamonds beneath the pressure.

I’ve always known Sammy was strong, but I never in my wildest dreams believed she was capable of playing me at my own game…and winning. With Starling’s help, my wife didn’t just win the battle. She rewrote the whole war, and I have no idea what to do with that.

I’m not mad at her, but I’m just not sure I even know who she is right now. I’m not sure if I know who I am anymore. Her confession has turned my entire world upside down, and I’m floundering, adrift in a sea that’s suddenly red, instead of the blue I’ve always known it to be.

Pulling my car to the side of the road, I look at the unfamiliar surroundings and realize I’ve been driving for long enough that I have no idea where the fuck I am. I’m not lost—it’s the twenty-first century and I have GPS—but being parked on a road in the middle of fuck knows where feels like the perfect metaphor for my feelings right now.

I got played.

My wife played me, and I had no fucking clue.

My wife played me, I had no clue, and now I’m the one that’s running away.

For fuck’s sake. I got played.

A soft snicker bursts from my lips. “I got played,” I say aloud.

A louder laugh slips from my lips. I got fucking played by my wife, and my sister, and unless my brothers are really fucking good liars, none of us had a clue.

My body shakes as I laugh and laugh and laugh.

Holy fuck. She’s utterly perfect.