Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 178 – Jailbreak

Emma looks at Delia nervously as they pull up to the road block near her father’s house.

“Something’s going on,” she murmurs as a Beta raises his hand, requiring her to stop the car.

“Um,” Delia says, biting her lip and considering. “Is there any reason that they should like…suspect us? That we should turn around now?”

Emma shakes her head slowly. “I mean…unless Joyce told someone he was meeting you? But he’s always so discreet with his affairs.”

She should know. In their six years of marriage, Joyce had had nearly forty affairs with women, all of which Emma knew about due to the same private investigator who had found Evelyn. She kept the evidence for a rainy day, packed into a storage unit across town. Every month, if the investigator had more information for her, she added it to the binder.

They were casual affairs mostly, none of them deeply emotional – girlfriends who lasted a few weeks and months. His relationships with s*x workers lasted longer, likely because he could control them with money. Emma had never been particularly bothered or surprised by these assignations, considering that their own relationship started by him cheating with her on her sister.

Emma rolls down her window as the Beta approached. “Hello,” she says smiling pleasantly. “I’m just coming back from my vacation – is…” she looks around the barrier, worried, “is everything okay? With my family?”

The Beta nods to her, expressionless, and then walks away a few steps to speak into the radio attached to his shoulder. When he receives a reply, he nods and returns to the car.

“All is well, ma’am. Your family is looking forward to seeing you.”

With that, he waves her though.

“Well,” Delia says, taking a deep breath. “We’re in for it now. Are you sure we shouldn’t have like…tried to sneak in? Not gone through the front door?”

“No,” Emma says quietly, winding down the road towards the house. “They don’t have any reason to suspect us yet – we’re just a few days late from vacation. If they catch us sneaking in the back, it will be worse.”

Delia nods, on board with the plan, but still anxious.

When they pull up to the house and park in the set of garages around the side, Emma knows that it’s just a little too quiet.

looking around. It’s not a busy house at any times – far too much unhappiness, here, for any joy and

running a hand through her hair. “Where is

– the sound of laughter coming

on a patio chair out in the late afternoon sunshine, sipping a glass of

she says,

can’t help laughing with her. It’s been far

instantly. “Aunt Emma!” he shouts, running

Emma and turns to Delia, equally excited,

and giving him a subtle wink. “I’m Delia, your aunt’s friend!” She forces a smile onto her face, hoping that he catches on – Mrs. Walsh doesn’t know that she

he says simply, shaking her

home!” her mother calls. “We were worried for you!” Mrs. Walsh waves hello to Delia as well, gesturing to the chairs as an invitation to take

say,

her daughter home safe and sound. “We haven’t heard from you – and with Joyce disappeared, and all of

frowns, saying “what?” just

a little look, trying to communicate that she needs to

know?” Mrs. Walsh says, confused.

up into his aunt’s lap.

is such a

he says, smiling up at her. Then, he frowns. “Though grandpapa locked

forces herself to pretend this is new news, opening

by her two daughters when they, too, are feeling unsettled. “It’s been complicated, here, Emma,” she says, running a hand through her hair. “Honestly, darling, you’ve missed a lot –

fresh horror. “You can’t just lock Evelyn in the basement.

didn’t lock her there,” Mrs. Walsh says quietly, fiddling with the

for a moment, Mrs. Walsh looking down at her drink, Emma and

with that? Mom?”