The Other Man's Child

ne's

had fallen

te. How could Father think selling me like this would fix everythin

ood at the altar wearing a whi

face. He looked like a man who never took risks-a man wh

sat around the table, and when Father introduced me to him as the

We would grow to love each other

our vows before the congr

wedded husband, to love and cherish, in s

ts away, his arms folded across his

away an

, I

owd ch

anted a light kiss on my fing

never l

d in a blur. Soon, ev

Tom to the limousine that w

ed in, Tom leane

. Settle in before I get home.

be able to share the joy of a newlywed co

replied, flashi

box Mother had slipped into my

I had never worn in my entire li

night, darling; he won'

the mirror, partly bashful at how exposed I looked, es

ved it. My heart ache

owland was thinki

ven thin

ene. You have a husband now, and it's

th Tom. The clock ticked, evening tur

e door creaking

My body ached

you ar

resser. Pulling of

est p

nough for my body to brush against his

ound slowly

ever wanted by our parents. But I would take care of yo

y shocked and partly re

ne, Tom,

to my bosom. I caught the l

enly feeling exposed. I scrambled fo

cover up yet,

I let the

n," he c

uldn't even

ft sheets; my h

ed as he climb

ay from my body like a man

m him, but they never came.

inside me, moaning into my shoulders while

how Rowland

feet and rub me all over before h

y eyes shu

rew louder

eased into me and fe

ght couldn't compare to the pressure I

n a deep

ce I had to pay for

nd out the truth. If he ever

r's, and the life of th

ve this child was his. My chest a