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CHAPTER ONE?

I feel the water rush over me, looking up i see nothing but darkness the only light is from the few candles he had lit for me, Phil had decided to do something romantic and drew me a bubble bath, he had noticed how I had changed gotten a little withdrawn and maybe a little sullen, although he just thought thought it was pregnancy hormones - that's right I'm pregnant Phil was ecstatic when he found out me not so much I wasn't sure if I wanted this not after the sex math anyways, the baby may not be my husband's it could be... HIS! The guy who did that, the man who made me...

Moving my hand over my stomach I couldn't help but feel pangs of guilt I never told Phil what happened so he's busy planning for 'our' baby telling me how if it's a boy he's gonna teach him how to wrestle and take him to ball games and how if it's a girl he is gonna be the most overprotective dad in the world not letting her date til' she's 30.

I feel so awful I mean I know this wasn't my fault I've watched enough Law & Order SVU: to know that what he did was not my fault, was it?
I mean he held me down and forced himself inside me, but I had flirted with him I am just a naturally flirty kind of girl ya know but I never expected him to take it that far I mean he works with my husband hell we used to work together me being a former WWE diva how can he live with himself how can he still go round fucking random ring rats knowing what he did to me.

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"Oh my god, I love this song Jon come dance with me" Looking at him with puppy dog eyes it works and he takes me to the dance floor, we dance and his arms snake around grinding on me, feeling a little weirded out I wiggle out of his embrace and deciding that I've had enough I leave the club, but unbeknownst to me Jon has followed and he trails me back up to the hotel, to my floor and even to my door and as my keycard is in the slot I feel his hands on my waist pulling me against him his kiss on my neck and so I grabbed his hands to shake them off me and tell him in no uncertain terms to "fuck off, take a hike" but he doesn't take kindly to this instead forcing me into my room and ripping my clothes from me stating that 'I wanted him, because he could tell' from the way I danced with him. He pushed me to the floor and i hit my head and he just ripped at my jeans dragging them from me, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants pushing them and his boxers halfway down his thighs causing his erect penis to spring free and using his bodyweight to his advantage, holding my hands above my head and pulling my underwear to the side and that's when my world stopped, he pushed himself inside me and made a comment about how tight I was and that Phil was a lucky guy to be able to take me night after night, by this point I'm crying i forgot about Phil how was I gonna tell him, how would he look at me how could he go back to work knowing this he would get fired for sure for kicking Jon's ass or maybe charged for killing him, I couldn't do that to him so I just let it happen my pleas for him to stop stopped and this seemed to encourage him as his running commentary reflected my actions telling me 'I knew you wanted this' when he came he growled my name and then he just got up, pulled his pants up and left. Slinging a "thanks for a great night" comment at my shivering quaking form as he left the room.

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So here we are 4.5 months later and knocked up overwhelmed. Why didn't i tell him? Why did I keep this secret?
You might be asking me where was Phil during that night, out with injury, why didn't i ask for time off to look after him i mean that's what good wives do right?

Giving birth was amazingly horrid, it was bloody and the most painful thing ive ever experienced but was totally worth it I/We have a daughter but from the moment i saw her and those blue eyes I knew, I knew she was Jon's and it broke my heart especially when everyone kept telling me how she looked like Phil, and I know I didn't have proof no DNA test or nothing but I knew I knew that Charlotte Rosalie Brooks was really Charlotte Good.

When Jon found out I was pregnant he asked me if the baby was his and i told him that I was already pregnant when we 'had our night together' that's what he called it 'our night' not when he forced himself on me or when he broke the law and assaulted me but i really wasn't sure how long I could keep this secret for?
But what was I supposed to do?...

A/N Please let me know whatyou think, should I continue this? Come to the dark side we have cookies and do those little evils known as read, review follow.

-Allie x