Debby’s POV:
I stood outside the garage, debating whether to go in or not. My mate wasn’t the cool kind of guy; rather, he was giving off the pathetic asshole vibe, which made me question whether I should reject him or not.
“I know you’re out there. How about you come in and we talk?” he said loudly.
I looked at the tray in my hands, then slowly walked in.
I was avoiding talking to him, but if I wanted him to eat something, then I had to serve him food.
“Excuse me,” I whispered, and then walked in.
He looked at my face, and shifted his gaze to the tray in my hands.
I slowly put it down on the ground, then stood upright, avoiding his gaze.
“Is that my food?” he asked softly.
I looked at him, and then scratched the side of my ear.
“Well, yes. You have to eat something and stay healthy,” I answered softly.
“It’s weird hearing it from someone who dared to imprison me. Is the food poisoned?” he asked, as I widened my eyes in disbelief.
“What the hell, I never would!” I exclaimed, as he chuckled softly.
“I was joking. You shouldn’t be so serious,” he said, then looked at me from head to toe.
“Hey, will you untie me so I can eat?” he asked seriously.
“No,” I answered honestly.
Although he was giving me an honest look, I knew it wasn’t genuine. He was obviously using his charm and looks to make me lower my guard.
“Then will you feed me?” he asked.
I hesitated but nodded. When he laughed loudly, he startled me.
“How long will you keep me here? The cops will be looking for me, you know?” he said as I swallowed hard.
I knew his words were true, but a part of me wasn’t ready to let him go.
He was a bad man, but I was hoping for the impossible in my life, and that was a good ending.
“I know, but I can’t let you go,” I answered in a low tone, expecting him to curse me. When a few minutes went by, I frowned. He was just looking at me in silence.
“Feed me,” came his command.
I slowly moved and got the bowl of rice and soup from the tray, which had a spoon in it, and moved closer.
“Hurry up, I’m starving,” he said as I quickly got a spoonful.
When I moved it to his lips, he opened his mouth and ate, shocking me.
Why was he trusting me when I was the one not setting him free? I wanted to ask him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
“Did you cook this?” he asked softly while he chewed.
“Yes, why?” I asked in concern.
“It’s delicious,” he answered, then opened his mouth.
I fed him with a smile as my wolf purred at our mate being kind to us.
“Hey, what was your name again?” he asked seriously.
“Debby,” I answered, then fed him again.
“Debby, how are you holding up?” he asked as he chewed.
What was I supposed to say? Horrible? Better now that you are here? Sad and lonely?
“Okay,” I answered and then faked a smile.
“You know, for some reason, I can feel that you are lying,” he said as I chose to keep my silence.
“I’m sorry to ask this, but it has been bothering me. Is the bastard that raped you alive? The bastard who is the father to your unborn child?” he asked, surprising me.
I knew that he was feeling some type of way because of our mate pull that was intensified by the day, but I wasn’t expecting him to ask about Johnson.
“He died a few months ago,” I lied as he sighed in relief.
“That’s good,” he whispered softly.
I wanted to tell him his name, but the thought of his pack being alive made me uncomfortable.
“His family is still alive, and I’m sure they won’t let me be or acquire happiness,” I said as he looked at me angrily.
“Are they some type of rich millionaire family?” he asked seriously.
“Yes, kind of,” I answered sadly, then put the bowl right back on the tray that was almost finished.
“Debby,” he whispered softly.
I sat on the ground then frowned, surprised that he was calling my name nicely.
“Jay, I don’t want to lie to you. I was married before, and it didn’t end well,” I whispered softly.
“What happened?” he asked in concern.
“My selfish ugly beliefs did. The man I first got married to was very kind and good-hearted. I was supposed to be with him forever, but things changed when I discovered that he had a hand in my family’s death,” I answered sadly then swallowed hard.
“I wanted him dead, so I didn’t care if he was my husband or my lover. All the love and kindness he showed me didn’t matter to me, and so…,” I stopped for a second, then continued.
“I burnt down his family’s house while he was inside. I’m lucky my act didn’t involve the cops, but I did a lot to him. He and his family suffered burn injuries because of the fire I started,” I said bitterly.
“Go on,” he whispered.
“Then, after I walked away, I met another man. At first, he was the real deal. Kind, sweet, good, loving, respectful, and amazing. But he turned into something else in just a short time,” I said sadly, remembering my life with Johnson.
“Johnson not only hit me in front of other people, but he also abused me verbally and sexually. Whenever I wasn’t in the mood to please him, he raped me, and that’s how I became pregnant. The old me would have aborted and moved on from the horror, but I couldn’t do that. Since finding out that I was pregnant, I became a different person. I love my unborn child and I have grown to love him or her in a way that I couldn’t understand,” I said sadly.
“So, in short, you chose to keep the bastard child despite going through hell?” he asked as I glared at him.
“Yes, was it a wrong decision? Are you the type who would encourage me to terminate?” I asked back seriously.
He shook his head, then shifted his gaze to my stomach.
“I’m not, but that doesn’t mean I’m okay with what I have heard. For starters, I am very happy that the fucker is dead. But aside from that, I feel bad for you. How will you manage everything being a single mother?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes, then stood up and walked to the entrance.
“Are you leaving me?” he asked at the top of his voice.
“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep. So please excuse me,” I said, then walked out before he could say something else.