Chapter 30
He was determined to talk to her and wanted her to know that he knew about the baby. Standing by the window in the guest bedroom at Dante’s house, he dialed her number. To his surprise, she answered.
“What is it, Harding?”
“Where are you?” he asked.
“What does it matter? You could not care less about where I was before.”
“Yeah, well before, I didn’t know you were carrying my child.”
There it was. Savannah’s nostrils flared. Now that Harding knew she was pregnant, he wanted to have a conversation. “That’s why you’re calling me? Zoe told you I was pregnant?”
“Zoe didn’t tell me a thing. The doctor told me, but it should’ve come from you.”
“Why, or better yet, when? When was I going to tell you about the baby? While you were busy telling me how much you hated me, and that it was over between us? That our marriage wasn’t worth saving? Now, suddenly it is, huh?”
“It was before I knew you were pregnant. I was on the way to your hospital room to talk to you about saving us when the doctor stopped me. It was only then that I knew you were pregnant, Savannah.”
“Well, whatever the case, it’s too late. I’m done begging. I won’t implore you to love me anymore the same way I won’t beg my parents to accept my life choices. When the baby arrives, you can see him or her whenever you like but I know where I stand when it comes to you and a relationship.”
“Savannah—”
“You said you could easily file for a divorce since we never lived together,” she said, her voice broken and distorted. “Go ahead and file. Move on with your life. I’m sorry you’ve been unhappy and I’m sorry marriage didn’t work for us. Goodbye, Harding.”
The tone signaling she’d ended the call left his heart in pain. He threw a hand on his chest and fell back into the nearest chair like the verbal blow he’d received knocked him off of his feet. Now what was he going to do? He’d done all the bickering with her to get her to leave and go home – telling her that their marriage was over, but now he didn’t want it to be over. In fact, he never wanted it to be over. He wanted to teach her a lesson. He wanted to take himself out of the equation of her life so she could make some difficult choices. Mainly, he wanted to see if she would choose him over her fancy life. Over the money. Over her parents. She had, and instead of accepting that, he listened to her beg, listened to her cry all because of the grudge he’d held. Now, he was learning the hard way that playing with a woman’s heart was the work of a foolish man. And he’d been just that. Foolish.