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.

I think I knew, even then, that there was this thing between us. Whatever it is. I never would have admitted it to myself, because I was too proud – but from that moment,

would have wanted to hand over the power and control

voice rueful. “I think I was scared, but it’s not an excuse. But I wanted you then – with the boys, as much as the

hear him scowl at himself, then, a thick grumble building in his chest. I open my eyes and see his

god it did, because it was not the life I wanted at all. It was not the life with you. And in the months since then, I’ve been better – I’ve been starting

tears, shaking my head. “I’m so sorry. I destroyed everything

work, now, to turn on the ground, with his shoulder against the floor as the pivot,

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

this. The man I love, laid so low. At the hands of my own family, as

guilt. I’ll never be able to outlive

fallen apart and been rebuilt, no matter how shaky – it is right. You know

shape words. But I do know it. I know

we even get to live it?

thing

shake my head, looking down at the floor, reliving those awful moments. But he had been right –

a corner where you had no power.” He pauses then, smiling,

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

look up at him, shocked. “It’s something Alvin and Ian would have done. I think I always

from me at that – racking through my

how can I be laughing at