In the Waning Light by Loreth Anne White

In the Waning Light by Loreth Anne White

Author:Loreth Anne White [White, Loreth Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781503949669
Amazon: B00XXU2W1O
Barnesnoble: B00XXU2W1O
Goodreads: 19512900
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2014-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

“It’s not unusual for men to look at porn, LB.”

“That’s not porn.” She wagged her hand at his computer, two hot spots turning violently red on her cheekbones, her eyes shining bright and wild. “That’s . . . sick. How could you? You’re sick, you know that? You’re disgusting, a deviant. I can’t believe that I let you touch me.”

“You don’t.”

“Oh, oh, so that’s your excuse? Is that your justification? You can’t have sex with your poor paraplegic wife who can’t get turned on, so you must resort to that filth? Is this who you really are?”

His pulse thudded against his eardrums. A buzzing was starting in his head. Perspiration prickled his skin. He needed to get out. Get away. He needed to get the hell away. He couldn’t. He couldn’t run. He had nowhere to turn. Prisoner. Trapped.

“Is that why you married me, Henry? I’m some sort of placeholder? A cover? Is that where you went the other night—to indulge your sick inclinations? Those are boys in those photos and videos on your computer. How old are they? Eleven? Twelve? What you’ve got on there is criminal.”

He took an abrupt step toward her. She cringed back into her chair, suddenly silent and wide-eyed in shock. Scared.

“And you,” he said, his voice low, very quiet. “Why did you marry me, LB? Because of my apparent low sex drive? Because I never bothered you with my needs? Because I was safe? Because, believe me, no other man was going to waste his virility, his youth, on someone like you, some needy woman with a host of weird insecurities, with a whacked-out spinster sister who hovers over you like some guilt-ridden raven because she happened to be driving drunk all those years ago and caused the wreck that put you in that chair, and now I have to tolerate her in my own house. She’s always damn here, lurking and snooping about. I can’t stand it!”

Blood drained from her face. Her knuckles whitened as her fingers clawed the armrests of her chair. She began to shake.

“You want that baby?” he said, eyes lancing hers. “Then you shut your mouth, understand? You don’t tell a soul what you saw. Or you know as well as I do that Holly and her family will renege on their adoption deal.”

She wheeled her chair closer to him, her eyes crazed. “No. Let me tell you what’s going to happen, Henry. I’ll keep quiet, and we’ll get baby Joy. And then, when she’s a little older, you will agree to a divorce, and you will get the hell out of our lives.”

He stared at her, his meek Lori-Beth, all iron-willed in her desperation. “And how are you going to raise a child on your own?”

“I have Sally. You will pay child support.”

“Get out of my office.” He locked the door behind her. He paced. It was falling apart. It was all finally falling apart. And it could all be traced back to that day—that’s when it all went wrong.


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