Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 92 – Last Chance

“It was that bad, huh?” Victor says, taking in her determined face. He breathes out a tired sigh and settles down next to her, staring out into the kitchen garden. He’s surprised, a little, at how quickly he went from a frenzy of anxiety to complete calm.

Evelyn huffs a laugh. “Your dad and your brother, Victor,” she says, shaking her head. “They’re real pieces of work. How did you turn out so nice, with them in your lives?”

He shoots her a look from the side of his eye. “You think I’m nice?”

“Well,” she shrugs. “Comparatively. It’s at least been a couple of months since you’ve called me a w***e and suggested I was no better than my sons’ surrogate.”

Victor groans and puts a hand over his face. “God, don’t remind me. I’m so sorry, Evelyn.”

“It’s okay,” she says softly. “I don’t blame you, especially not now, seeing where you come from. At least you came around.”

“And you don’t think they can come around too?” Victor asks, still covering my face.

“I’m not sure,” she says, hesitating, “that it’s really worth the effort to try. They’re not my father-or brother-in-law, after all.”

The two sit quietly for a moment, taking in the peace of the rooftop garden. It’s a beautiful night, balmy and clear, shockingly warm for winter. Victor grimaces, thinking that he should be grateful that he got lucky weather for his wedding weekend, so rare in December. But he isn’t even thinking about his wedding.

“Are you okay?” Evelyn asks softly. Victor pauses for a moment, then slowly swings his head back and forth.

“I’m not really sure.”

“Talk to me,” she says, nudging him with her elbow.

I tried to call my therapist tonight. But

“did I know

Trying to figure out” he waves a hand in the air, “how to balance all of this, how to

your therapist

lot of clarity these past couple of weeks.” He leans his

laughing a little and perking up. “Come on,

his brows drawing

even know it’s me. I promise, you won’t even be talking to Evelyn,” she says. “I’ll be a totally impartial therapist, just

sighs, but sits up and turns so that their backs face each other. He looks up into the night sky, staring

to your therapist about,” she says, her voice soft.

he says, still staring skyward. “I just…hated tonight. I hated the rehearsal dinner, hated having to give fake smiles to all my family, hated having to tolerate my dad and

He smiles, considering it’s precisely what his therapist would have done. Must

a whisper. “I’m getting married tomorrow – it should have been…all about me

when he doesn’t continue she prompts him. “And you found

had hurt…my friend’s feelings so much. But the truth is, even if

pause before she speaks. “Do you love her,

moment, Victor doesn’t know which woman

His therapist’s voice has gone soft, almost breathless. Suddenly, he snaps back into reality, into the awareness that it’s

never going to find a better match

if she doesn’t

her head, admiring the way that the firelight shines on her