’t need to. It was obvious in every word he spoke, in every touch of his hand and in every look in his eye.
So, why then, didn’t she leave Peter? The question haunted her, until she finally found the answer – because it would break his heart, and she couldn’t do that to Peter. But was this any better? She didn’t know the answer. She only knew that she was drawn to Dominick and couldn’t resist his allure. She needed to be with him. Unable to figure out a solution to her romantic dilemma, she decided to see where fate would take her relationship with Dominick.
Chapter Twelve:
The pregnancy test stared back at Heather with uncertainty. The ambiguous +/- sign displayed in the little Lucite window left her more anxious then before.
She heard Peter ’s key in the front door and her heart leapt into her throat. She jumped and dropped the test strip in the bathroom sink.
He called for her, but she didn ’t answer. His footsteps grew louder and closer and she scrambled to dispose of the evidence of her possible pregnancy in the bottom of the waste basket.
“ Why are you home so early?” she asked. She knew she sounded nervous.
“ I’m not early,” he said. “It’s 8:30.”
She lost track of time. She was constantly distracted by visions of Dominick. She never would have taken the pregnancy test if she knew Peter would be home any minute. Her eye caught the box to the pregnancy test sitting blatantly on the toilet tank, and the color drained from her face. She held her breath and tried to remain calm. She tried not to stare at the box, but her eyes constantly darted back to it. Luckily, Peter only wanted to tell her that he was running out for a drink with their neighbor, and quickly left.
She locked the bathroom door behind him and exhaled all the air in her lungs in a single breath. She braced her hands on the vanity and stared at herself in the mirror. Her usual warm, olive complexion was pale and ashen. She wondered why Peter didn ’t notice or pick up on her jittery behavior. She waited until she heard the front door close before she dumped the waste basket out on the floor. She got down on her knees and sifted through the wadded up tissue. She scattered it all over the bathroom floor until she finally found the small white test strip. She picked it up, turned it over and burst into tears. The clearly defined minus sign told her she wasn’t pregnant, but it was a close call. She wrapped the test strip in a giant wad of toilet paper and placed it back in the bottom of the small waste basket underneath the rest of the garbage. She tied the little plastic bag closed and deposited it in the trash can on the side of the house. She made sure the lid was tightly closed in case the test strip magically broke out of the bag and tried to jump out of the pail.
Her whole body started to shake. She folded her arms around her waist and took several deep breaths. The guilt from her affair overwhel med her and she cried openly. She wondered what she would have done if she was pregnant. She couldn’t pass off a baby that might be Dominick’s as Peter’s child. She couldn’t tell Dominick. She questioned whether or not she could have an abortion. No. She couldn’t do that either. She realized that she needed to end her relationship with Dominick. She hated the idea, and already felt the loss. A ray of light was extinguished in her heart. She wished there was another alternative, but there was no other choice. It was the only solution. She couldn’t risk hurting Peter with the discovery of her affair. There was just one thing she still needed to do. She needed to confess her indiscretion to the one person who mattered the most – Justin.
Chapter Thirteen:
Heather tried to summon the courage to tell Justin about the affair, but she stood paralyzed before him.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” He stroked her arm with
So, why then, didn’t she leave Peter? The question haunted her, until she finally found the answer – because it would break his heart, and she couldn’t do that to Peter. But was this any better? She didn’t know the answer. She only knew that she was drawn to Dominick and couldn’t resist his allure. She needed to be with him. Unable to figure out a solution to her romantic dilemma, she decided to see where fate would take her relationship with Dominick.
Chapter Twelve:
The pregnancy test stared back at Heather with uncertainty. The ambiguous +/- sign displayed in the little Lucite window left her more anxious then before.
She heard Peter ’s key in the front door and her heart leapt into her throat. She jumped and dropped the test strip in the bathroom sink.
He called for her, but she didn ’t answer. His footsteps grew louder and closer and she scrambled to dispose of the evidence of her possible pregnancy in the bottom of the waste basket.
“ Why are you home so early?” she asked. She knew she sounded nervous.
“ I’m not early,” he said. “It’s 8:30.”
She lost track of time. She was constantly distracted by visions of Dominick. She never would have taken the pregnancy test if she knew Peter would be home any minute. Her eye caught the box to the pregnancy test sitting blatantly on the toilet tank, and the color drained from her face. She held her breath and tried to remain calm. She tried not to stare at the box, but her eyes constantly darted back to it. Luckily, Peter only wanted to tell her that he was running out for a drink with their neighbor, and quickly left.
She locked the bathroom door behind him and exhaled all the air in her lungs in a single breath. She braced her hands on the vanity and stared at herself in the mirror. Her usual warm, olive complexion was pale and ashen. She wondered why Peter didn ’t notice or pick up on her jittery behavior. She waited until she heard the front door close before she dumped the waste basket out on the floor. She got down on her knees and sifted through the wadded up tissue. She scattered it all over the bathroom floor until she finally found the small white test strip. She picked it up, turned it over and burst into tears. The clearly defined minus sign told her she wasn’t pregnant, but it was a close call. She wrapped the test strip in a giant wad of toilet paper and placed it back in the bottom of the small waste basket underneath the rest of the garbage. She tied the little plastic bag closed and deposited it in the trash can on the side of the house. She made sure the lid was tightly closed in case the test strip magically broke out of the bag and tried to jump out of the pail.
Her whole body started to shake. She folded her arms around her waist and took several deep breaths. The guilt from her affair overwhel med her and she cried openly. She wondered what she would have done if she was pregnant. She couldn’t pass off a baby that might be Dominick’s as Peter’s child. She couldn’t tell Dominick. She questioned whether or not she could have an abortion. No. She couldn’t do that either. She realized that she needed to end her relationship with Dominick. She hated the idea, and already felt the loss. A ray of light was extinguished in her heart. She wished there was another alternative, but there was no other choice. It was the only solution. She couldn’t risk hurting Peter with the discovery of her affair. There was just one thing she still needed to do. She needed to confess her indiscretion to the one person who mattered the most – Justin.
Chapter Thirteen:
Heather tried to summon the courage to tell Justin about the affair, but she stood paralyzed before him.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” He stroked her arm with
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