I missed Joshua. He had never treated me in a domineering or overbearing manner.
Robert had even dared to ask me if the twins were his!
“Who else’s could they be?” I demanded of my husband.
“Joshua’s,” Robert said darkly. “Or Peter’s.”
“Peter is just a friend, and besides that, he’s decades older than me! And I haven’t seen Joshua in months!”
“Whatever,” Robert had said. He then slammed the door in my face and I heard him stomping off somewhere
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