Michael.
“Tell me the truth!” I barked my grip tightening around Claire’s throat as she gasped for air, her eyes wide and wet with tears. Fake ones. She wasn’t sorry, she was just terrified she’d finally been caught.
“Please…. I beg you, let me go, I can explain…” she stammered, her neatly manicured nails digging into my flesh trying to pry my grip off but I won’t let her go, until she has confessed.
“I will let you go, when you confess.”
“Okay…” she breathed.
My patience was running thin as anger spread all over me.
“Say it!” I griped, hissing through clenched teeth. “Now!”
I let her go and she began to cough like she had inhaled a lot of smoke.
“I’m not… pregnant, the test, it was all fake, a plot to get your attention.” She said breathlessly, her chest heaving.
I didn’t flinch,
