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.

met you again, with the boys, at that ridiculous game show – I think I knew, even then, that there was this thing between

have wanted to hand over the power and control over my life that loving him would have required. But I had known, that

then – with the boys, as much

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

shaking my head. “I’m so sorry. I destroyed

turn on the ground, with his shoulder against the floor as the pivot, using his legs and his feet to push himself in a half circle so that he can look at me in my eyes with

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, my worry for him, my agony in the face of his own

can barely stand it, to see him like this. The man I love, laid so low. At

never be able to outlive

worth it. Every single thing that has fallen apart and been rebuilt, no matter how

shape words. But I do know it. I know it

live it? Has

so slightly. “The only, singular thing I

had been right

he says again, bringing my attention and my gaze back to his. “You can’t – you can’t blame yourself. I backed you into a corner where

able to believe what I’m hearing. He’s

he says, and I can hear 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

– racking through my agonized body and spirit. I

I be laughing at a time like