My Dear Deadly Husband

Chapter 25

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Keenan watched the door as it thumped forwards with every hit that Rose imposed on it.

"Open the door!" she yelled from the other side.

He had locked her in their house for three days now and had not let her as even look at Finnigan.

Finnigan was still in the care of the nanny who had seen them after the fight.

A fight that he never thought he would have. One where he questioned whether he was the father.

Thinking about it made his blood boil and he found himself clicking his teeth annoyed.

"Unlock the door, Keenan!" she shouted through the door.

Keenan just stood there glaring at the innocent door as it took hit after hit, though it really didn't do much. He leaned against the wall and folded his arms, closing his eyes in irritation.

"Keenan!" she sobbed, banging the door.

He clenched his eyes tightly closed and kept his body towards the door. It wasn't because he feared the door would break open by her either.

Suddenly his phone buzzed, signalling a phone call. 

He cracked open an eye and swiftly took his phone out to see the number of the laboratory that he sent both his and his 'supposed' baby to.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes before putting the phone to his ear whilst staring at the door that was still rumbling by Rose's thumping.

"Mr Sinclair?" the caller asked.

Keenan adjusted his weight from his foot and sighed.

"Yes?" he replied annoyed. 

"The results are r-ready," the caller stuttered. 

Keenan squinted his eyes before scowling.

"So, tell me," he ordered.

At first he heard papers rustling in the background before the caller picked up the phone once again.

"Well, according to the paternity test..." the caller started.

Keenan tensed up, standing up fully now concentrating. 

"—you have a 99.99% chance that you are the father," he concluded. 

At first Keenan was silent. Long enough for the caller to think he had ended the call.

"Hello?" the caller said uncertain.

"Yes, thank you," he said abruptly ending the call.

Keenan quickly closed his phone and put it back into his pocket with a sigh.

He lifted his chin up and folded his arms once more and thought about the results.

At first he was suspicious, but with tests like these, it helped to ease his mind a bit. 

Maybe he could let her out now. 

"Keenan! Please! Open the door," she cried from the other side of the door.

Keenan glanced at the door and slowly started walking towards it. 

Once he was in front of it, he gradually reached out his hand towards the doorknob, and with a click, he swung the door open to reveal a haggard looking Rose.

He watched as she was sat on the floor, tears leaving red streaks down her face, her cheeks all flushed. Her hair was tangled and looked like it hadn't been washed in days.