Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 191 – Final Words

“Victor,” I say, my hands sliding down the bars of my cell as I sink to the floor. He’s just across the short aisle from me, but with these metal bars between us…

He might as well be a world away. I am desperate to go to him, touch him, help him – but I can’t.

He doesn’t say a word in response, but I can see him breathing, his breath fast and shallow. I press on.

“Victor, I’m so sorry –“

“No,” he says, interrupting me. His word is light – so light – but I hear the intensity in it, even if it’s barely audible.

I see him work to move then, to turn towards me and look at my face, but I also see him flinch, hear the hiss of breath that escapes from his mouth.

“Don’t,” I say, reaching out a hand towards him to stop him – ridiculously, as if I could touch him, stop him. “Please, Victor – don’t move – it’s not worth it.”

He pauses and then sighs, and I can see his shoulders slump. “I want to look at you, Evelyn. When I tell you how sorry I am. I want you to see it in my face, how much I mean it.”

Tears begin to slip down my cheeks then. God damnit, why are we separate in this moment? All I want to do is be with him, be next to him, press my body up against his. Where it belongs.

“It’s all right, Victor,” I say, shaking my head, not bothering to wipe away the tears that drip off my chin. “You don’t have to say anything – I know, I understand –“

“No, Evelyn,” he insists. “I have to say this to you. My darling,” he takes a deep breath, preparing himself. “Everything I did, I did wrong. And I’m not just talking about that morning, after the fire.”

I rest my forehead against the bars, closing my eyes and trying to control my tears. I don’t want him to hear me, to think that he’s somehow making me feel worse.

when I met you again, with the boys, at that ridiculous game show – I think I knew, even then, that there was this thing between us. Whatever it is. I never would have admitted it to myself,

I knew it too. I never would have admitted it, never would have wanted to hand over the power and control over

think I was scared, but it’s not an excuse. But I wanted you then – with the boys, as much as the boys – maybe more than the boys – wanted you in my life,

building in his chest. I open my eyes and see his body wince

because it was not the life I wanted at all. It was not the life with you. And in the months since

own voice thick with tears, shaking my head. “I’m so sorry. I destroyed everything

time, he does move. I see him work, now, to turn on the ground, with his shoulder against the floor as the pivot, using his legs and his feet to push himself in

work, clearly, is agonizing – I can see the labor it takes, see the pain on his face. Several times I whisper to him to stop, but he keeps going, determined. I’m sobbing by the time he looks at my face, overwrought by my love for him,

stand it, to see him like this. The man I love, laid so low. At the hands of my own family, as he tried

never be able to outlive the

thing that has fallen apart and been rebuilt, no matter how

to him, crying so hard I can’t shape words. But I do know it. I know it in the very core of my

live

singular thing I would change is how I treated you that

down at the floor, reliving those awful moments. But he had been right – I had

to his. “You can’t – you can’t blame yourself. I backed you into a corner

hearing. He’s complimenting for what I did to him – my complete betrayal

even a little bit of humor in his voice. I look up at him, shocked. “It’s something Alvin and Ian would have done. I think I always took a little credit, unfairly, for their affinity for spying and subterfuge,

help it – the shaky laugh that bursts from me at that – racking through my agonized body and spirit. I

damnit, how can I be laughing at