I belong to a stranger (PUBLISHING) Belong Book 1 - Unedited

Chapter 46 - Paradoxical Corporeality

Dearest people,

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Love

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Chapter 46 - Paradoxical Corporeality

Fear.

Fear was flowing through my veins, not blood. I sat there, looking at Brittany whose hungry eyes were still transfixed on. There was a glint in her eyes, which made me want to cover my womb in protection. Protection from her.

Protection from my own best friend. It still the was news hard for me to digest, but I wasn't given enough time to ask her what she meant. Why was she looking with such a blood thirst towards my womb? Moreover who did she know about this when I hadn't even told Nathan about this news.

But like I said, there wasn't enough time. From the sounds of the hoofs both Sophie and me glanced behind Brittany to see who it was. Brittany seemed to be well aware of the new entrance, but both my and Sophie's face formed a scowl.

Chris.

It was Chris, the same man who manipulated my emotions to make me believe he had in fact killed my husband. The same man who had abducted me and same man who shot a man in cold blood right in front me. And yet I couldn't muster the same amount of hatred for him, as I could for Brittany.

All Brittany had done was to stop me from escaping with when kept on a scale to everything Chris had been far to less. But the thing was it came from someone I trusted. Someone I had believed for fifteen years to be my best friend. Chris was a mere stranger to me, a stranger I had come to hate. But I have never imagined Brittany, my Brittany to feel such things about me, to try and steal my husband from me.

As Chris moved forward Sophie began twitching restlessly in her chair. I was still fixated at how Brittany had looked at me and how they have given me the chills. Chris looked at Sophie, then at me and finally back at Sophie. More specifically at the blood which was still oozing out of her head. Anger, just for the briefest moment seemed to cloud his eyes, but almost immediately he hid it under his wolfish smile.

The smile that said, now that I am here, and hell is going to break loss.