” And we both laughed.I said, “These are my true feelings. You are amazing. And I had to say these words to you.” She became shy and her cheeks ...ere all red like a plum.I was so happy. In a very beautiful voice, she said, “After so long I felt this good and someone had raised me.” “Ohh, I said, “does your husband not tell this to you?” She said, “I am a single mom. My BF made me pregnant and then left me.”I also learned that she isn’t married yet but she decided to keep her son. Society didn’t. I knew it.I thought about going to my parents, showing them his email. But he had warned me that if I did he would give everything to the police. Could I live with that? My family would be destroyed. Even if my parents didn't go to jail, we would lose everything by the time it was all over.I didn't answer his email. He hadn't requested an answer. He had simply demanded that I go to his house tomorrow or life as I knew it would end. I turned my monitor off and changed into my pajamas. I sat on. Drake reached out with one hand, and brushed my hair back from my face, his fingers resting at the nape of my neck, his palm against the column of my throat, his thumb brushing over my jaw and cheek. I was sure he could feel my heartbeat under his hand, but I didn’t think about it long. My gaze dropped to his mouth. My lips parted as I drew in a deep breath. Time stopped. He leaned in, and by passed my mouth, his lips moving over my jaw, and down the column of my throat. My head tilting back. In the week after all was arranged for my new job in Savannah, I had seen a solicitor and had him draw up a separation agreement as a prelude to divorce, in the agreement I asked that our home should be sold as soon as possible with the proceeds split equally, everything else would be apportioned by ownership, I had no wish to embarrass Amanda by suing for divorce on the grounds of adultery I hoped we could divorce amicably after a 2 year separation.One evening I sat Amanda down and gave her.