Chapter Four

Secret Revealed

They sat out on the balcony listening to the chirping of the crickets.  Marguerite sipped at her coffee, avoiding the matter at hand.  This was going to be one of the hardest things she'd ever have to do.  Bracing her self, she began in a low whisper: "You have no right to be angry with me until you've been in my situation."  She risked a glance his way, but returned her attention to the forest.  "I didn't even know what was happening to me.  I never even considered the possibility that I could be…anyway…apparently, according to Clarias, I had a…miscarriage."

Roxton nearly choked on his breath of air, his eyes wide with shock.  "What?" he gasped.  "You were…pregnant?  How did this happen?  I mean, I know how it happens, but we only…we only…had…did…it once!"

Marguerite barked a sarcastic laugh.  "It only takes once you damn idiot!"  She was instantly on her feet, rage seeping off of her.  "I regretted sleeping with you to begin with, but then this had to happen to make it all worse!  And I blame you," she hissed at him.  "You've worked so hard over the years to seduce me and you waited until the moment I was vulnerable to make your ultimate strike!  I must have been stark-raving mad to sleep with you!"

"I beg your pardon, Marguerite, but no one made you do anything!"  He leapt to his feet.  "You slept with me on your own account.  Don't you dare go placing all the blame on me!  Yet, that's so typical of you, isn't it?  You're such a brat in that regard.  Always handing off the blame to everyone else and not able to admit that you're nothing but a devious, manipulative, snobby bitch!"

He felt the sting of her slap.  "How dare you!  You think you can talk down at me just because you are a Lord!  Well, excuse me, Lord Roxton, but I didn't grow up with your luxuries!  I grew up having to fend for myself!  I had to learn to manipulate people in order to survive!  How do you think it was for me not having any family or true friends!  I had to…to…" she gripped her stomach, her color draining from her face.

"Marguerite?"  Roxton reached for her, but she brushed him off with an icy glare.  "Marguerite, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she spat.  "Just leave me the hell alone."  She staggered into her room, still clenching her stomach.  Damn these cramps!

End Chapter Four

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