Bab 68: You Must Know That

(SASHA)

I can't concentrate after I argue with Tyler. I go to my study and try to force myself to work but my mind keeps churning with the words we hurled at each other.

You act as if you are carrying the spawn of the devil.

That's because I am.

I cannot face the truth. I don't fucking want to. I know in my gut who that child' father is. Everything clicked into place the minute he mentioned carrying the devil's spawn. I now understand why Tyler couldn't take his eyes off Angelo. I now understand the fear in his eyes. The secretiveness and the sneaking around at the funeral. I now understand Angelo's possessive and threatening demeanour towards Tyler. In my mind, I thought they didn't know each other.

In truth, they were lovers.

I want to vomit. The very idea of Angelo fucking Tyler makes me physically ill. My hands tremble as I clutch the arm of my chair, pushing myself up. I pace across the room, not having an idea what to do next.