A Love Lost Is Another Gained
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"She does! No one messes with my son and gets away with it." Joan growled. She looked at Alice and got closer to her. "How does it feel being a murderer?" Alice broke at this point and Declan felt her legs give way as she cried even more gripping tightly onto his shirt for support.
"OK, that's enough!" Declan shouted as he took Alice's weight as she leaned against him. He could see Alice's family were about to blow their fuse and he knew he had to do something. "You wanna know what happened?" Alice looked up quickly at him.
"Declan no. Don't-"
"It'll be OK." He whispered, as he kissed the top of her head. "You wanna know who the other man was?"
"You knew? You knew about this and let her carry on? You knew and didn't even tell him?" Joan gasped.
"Yep. And the only reason I know is because..." He hesitated and looked at Alice who was shaking her head. He smiled and squeezed her gently as the room remained silent. "The only reason I know is because I am the other man." A loud gasp was heard in the room.
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