“He’s so in something with you,” Jeanne had said looking at Eliza.

“We’re just in an awkward place, I mean we recently started sleeping with each other again so he kind of expects that from me? I mean he even wondered if the baby is Rafe’s,” Eliza stated calmly.

Eliza was not going to make any apologies, but her baby was Rafe’s. She told him that the baby was his—he said the baby was his because they were married and that was what she wanted but it was very possible that the baby could be Oscar’s.

There was something poetic in that because she loved Oscar, but she had not chosen him. She had married Rafe. She was happily married too, everything she had ever feared with Rafe she now saw was a bit unnecessary.

Everything that had happened between all of them, and she had chosen Rafe. Jeanne looked at her, and Eliza smiled.

“Who do you love more?” Jeanne questioned her while sipping her water. Eliza bit her lip, there was no answer for that question. Her love for either was boundless…she had hit the jackpot either way, with either man.

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