Chance

She was standing in front of me, looking gorgeous as ever. Rachael Tarion was a desirable woman indeed. My gaze fell on her tummy and she took a step back, rubbing it. We held each other's gaze for a long time before Paris spoke. 

" Chance," she wrapped her arms around my waist, and I saw hurt in Rachel's eyes. I inhaled and moved away from her for some weird reason.  

' Stop,' I mind-linked her. My parents and hers arranged for us to marry and we've been together for a long time but when I met Rachel, everything changed.

' Chance-; 

' I know, as I said, I...