Pregnant

The word flashed in her mind and she felt the sudden urge to be sick. Was this really happening to her? After all this time, all of the things she had believed about him.... about them.

"Meagan?" He reached out to touch her arm and she instinctively stepped back.

"Don't touch me." It came out as a hiss. "You got her pregnant?" It left her mouth as a question, though she was already painfully aware of the answer. "Nineteen years old. Barely out of high school and you....." She tried to shut down the images forming in her mind but they flooded into her thoughts. "Three years, Matthew." She felt her voice begin to shake, but the anger slipped through her lips. "Three years of lies. Of you swearing to me that you had told me everything there was to know about the things you had done. The drugs. The abuse. The cheating. We managed to work through it all. But this.... After how hard I fought for you - with you - - I can't handle this."

"Meagan it wasn't - -"

"It doesn't matter how it was, Matthew. The fact is that it was, and no amount of talking will change that."

She took her coat off the chair beside her and without another word was gone.