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A sneak peek newly released Romance Novel: One more night.

 

 “I am pregnant.”

Fumbling with the chain on her leather purse, lips folded, Grace waited for him to say something. She had left the office earlier than usual to come to his place. “He has the right to know,” Imelda had said. Well, that was what she was doing. 

   “I am with your baby.”

His forehead burrowed; eyes fixed on her face. Didn’t he understand what she meant?
   “What?" He muttered, "Please sit down.”

She didn’t realize she had been standing since she’d walked into his house. Her news had wiped the grin he’d had earlier, he sighed and ran his hand on his head.

   “Sweetheart, please sit,” he added.

One leg over the other, she avoided sitting beside him and collapsed on the sofa opposite his. He was staring at her, opening and closing his mouth. Was that a smile gradually building on his face? She knew it—he had planned this all along.
She shook her head violently, swallowed a sob.

   “This won’t work, Kay.” Her face hardened. “I can’t do this.”

   “What are you talking about?” He looked at her as if she were insane.

   “I can’t settle for this life …” She saw him jerk his head up. “I can’t be a mother, Kay.” She wished he would understand. “I am trying to figure out my life, and …” 
She threw her hands up in resignation. 

   “You have been figuring out your life for the past four years, damn it!”

She was taken aback at his sudden outburst. He had not been this angry since she could remember.

   “Selfish! That is what you are. What do you take me for? How could you even sit there and tell me about figuring out your life with my child in your womb?” His nostrils flared. 

   “You don’t understand!”

   “Make me understand!” he screamed back.

She held his hands, desperate to make him comprehend. “I can’t become who you want me to become.”

He removed his hands from hers, held her face, his gaze fixed on hers. “What do you think I want, Grace?”


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  1. Titi21 August 2020 at 09:08

    Wow.... Cant wait to read the full story. Caught in between being yourself and being who society expects you to be lies the real you

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  2. Rosemary Okafor21 August 2020 at 16:07

    Yes sis. I await your review.

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