A Husband's Regret (The Unwanted Series)(18)

  

"Out to lunch, with Alice," she informed casually, taking a seat  opposite his. "Will you be okay with Kayla? She's in the kitchen with  Celeste at the moment. They're baking a cake."

"Of course I'll be okay with Kayla," he dismissed before continuing.  "When was this lunch thing decided?" he asked highhandedly, and she  laughed at the autocratic question.

"Not that it's any of your business, but this was decided after dinner last night."

He frowned, missing her sarcasm.

"I don't remember you making this arrangement," he said, clearly trying to recall the evening before.

"Well you and Pierre were having your little powwow." She shrugged  lightly. "What did you expect Alice and I to do? Sit around quietly and  wait for our husbands to rejoin us? We talked, hit it off, and  befriended each other. This is what friends do. We get together, have  lunch, and go shopping . . ."

"You're not well enough to venture out yet," he said authoritatively.  "Alice can come around here for lunch. I'll SMS Pierre immediately and  arrange it." He whipped his mobile phone out of his jeans pocket, and  Bronwyn stayed his hand by placing her smaller one over it.

"No." She shook her head decisively, and he frowned.

"But . . ."

"I'm meeting Alice for lunch," she reiterated.

"I don't like it."

"Well that's just too bad, isn't it?" She was getting annoyed with his arrogance and her glare told him so.

"How are you getting there?" She frowned and lifted the set of car keys she was holding.

"I'm taking the Jeep," she responded. The Jeep was one of the five cars  he owned. Bronwyn had never seen the sense in anyone having more than  one car, but Bryce loved his cars. She had already noted that his  beloved metallic blue Maserati was gone, and she guessed that it must  have been the one he'd been driving when he had his accident.

"I didn't give you permission to use the Jeep," he retaliated smugly, and she bit her lip.

"You've never been selfish with your things; I didn't think you'd mind," she said uncertainly.

"I gave you a car as a wedding present. What happened to it?" he  gritted, his eyes narrowing as he reminded her of the beautiful sporty  BMW. She flushed as she struggled to respond to that question.

"What do you think happened to it? I sold it," she whispered softly,  defiance in her eyes. She had loved that car, but she had sold it before  selling her wedding rings. She had clung to her marriage, her love for  Bryce, and the rings that had symbolized both, for as long as she  possibly could. The corners of his lips curled downward and she lowered  her eyes, not wanting to see the contempt he had for her reflected on  his face.

"Why?" he asked quietly. The question threw her. She had expected yet another one of his scathing set downs.

"I needed the money," she confessed huskily. "I was seven months  pregnant and I had no place to live. Up till then, I'd been staying in  cheap hotels until the money I had in my personal bank account dried  up." The money in her personal account had been hers, money earned  during her short-lived waitressing career, and that had been left over  from her grandmother's trust fund. It had lasted longer than expected  after she had scrimped and saved, going without a lot of things in order  to keep a roof over her head. She had worked three separate jobs, until  she had been forced to concede that she wasn't doing herself or her  unborn baby much good. So eventually she'd had to sell her car and put  some of the money down as a deposit on the small flat that she and Kayla  had been still living in when Rick found her again. The money from the  car and the rings had kept her comfortably afloat for nearly a year. The  added income from work had been used for food and rent. The car and  rings had paid for the extras and had helped with the medical bills as  well as with feeding and clothing Kayla.

"It took me that long to grasp that our marriage was well and truly  over," she admitted shamefully. "It took four long months before I-at  long last-accepted that I couldn't continue living my life in limbo. I  needed a place to stay, someplace that would be good for both the baby  and me. I also knew that I would need medical care soon and some sort of  financial cushion for a month or so after giving birth. I didn't want  to abandon Kayla for work mere days after giving birth to her. I wanted  to spend some time with her." He stared at her in silence for a long  time, and she wet her lips nervously, not really knowing what to expect.  Not even sure that he'd caught half of what she'd said. She had spoken a  little too quickly, without really giving any thought to his deafness.





  

"I expected you to use the money in our mutual account, or to use your  credit card. I was hoping that you would because it would have helped me  track you down. I nearly went crazy wondering how the hell you were  taking care of yourself. Why didn't you use the money, Bronwyn?" he  asked hoarsely, clearly staggered by her words. "Surely your health and  the baby's welfare meant more than your stubborn pride?"

She blinked at him in mute shock.

"I used my own money, Bryce," she repeated with a shrug, knowing that  the money had been a pittance compared to what he had. But at least it  had been hers. "In my old account."

"What account?" he asked blankly, and she frowned.

"The account I had before we married," she said quietly.

"You still had that account?" He practically exploded, and she winced,  understanding how that must look to him. "After two years of marriage,  you still had a bank account in your maiden name? What the hell was that  about, Bronwyn? Your escape clause?"

"Hardly," she scoffed. "It barely had enough in it to see me through the  first month. I just never got around to closing it, that's all. And  besides, you have no right to get all self-righteous with me over it.  You had cut me off so completely I'd assumed-"

"What? That I'd be happy to let you and the baby starve to death or wind  up homeless?" he interrupted fiercely, and her mouth opened and then  closed again as she tried to gather her thoughts. Yes, she should  probably have used the money. When she thought back to all the  unnecessary suffering that she had endured, it seemed stupid now, but at  the time she'd been trying to prove a point.

"Bryce," she tried to find a way to explain her decision to him and drew  a complete blank. "After four months of constant and inexplicable  rejection, I gave up on trying to reach you. By that point I didn't  think that you deserved to have the baby or me in your life. I wanted to  move on and couldn't do so with your money. I needed to do it on my  own, without being beholden to the man who had made it clear that he  didn't want anything to do with us. I didn't feel entitled to your money  after making that decision."

"You didn't feel entitled to it?" Bryce latched onto those words,  obviously dismissing the rest of what she had said. "To the father of  your child's money? I don't even know how to respond to that, Bronwyn.  You may not have felt entitled to it, but Kayla certainly was, and is,  entitled to it. You could have set aside your pettiness and considered  her in all of this!"

"Oh please just stop throwing Kayla in my face. I did everything I could  for her. I gave her the best I could afford after you kicked us out.  How was I supposed to know you'd have this turnaround where the baby was  concerned? As far as I knew, you didn't want her and didn't think that  she was entitled to anything you had. She didn't want for anything. Her  clothes may not have had designer tags and her toys may have been  secondhand, but my baby was well loved and well taken care of. Don't you  dare imply anything else!" More interminably silent staring from him,  but she refused to lower her eyes, refused to be intimidated or cowed by  him. Instead she met his inscrutable gaze head-on, with chin tilted  defiantly, eyes sparking, and fists clenched. She looked like a feral  cat ready to defend herself and her baby against any and all threats.

"What time are you meeting Alice?" The question threw her completely,  and she blinked in astonishment, surprised and relieved that he had let  it drop. She checked her watch.

"In about half an hour," she told him.

"You will come back?"

Not understanding the question, she merely stared at him confusedly for a few moments.

"What?"

"You won't run off again?" he rephrased, and she reeled in shock at the  depth of vulnerability and insecurity his question had revealed.

"Uh . . . n-no. Mikayla . . ." was all she managed, and he nodded  shortly, realizing that she would never leave without her daughter.

"If not for Mikayla . . ." He seemed to ask the question before he could  stop himself, and in doing so, clearly revealed a lot more than he had  ever intended to reveal. "Would you come back?" She hesitated, her eyes  lowered as she pondered the question, and seeing the uncertainty on her  face, Bryce made a slight movement with his hand.