Adalynn could sense it coming, so she had all the time in the
world to compose herself.
“What would you say to the rumors that you prefer the
company of women now?”
“I wasn’t aware that repeating malicious rumors passed for
reporting.” Of course, she was aware. Which was why she
took pains to be careful. Not careful enough, apparently.
“So, you didn’t marry Pierre for the money and fame, for
what it could do for your own career? You didn’t see him as a
way out, a sugar daddy you could train into doing your
bidding since he was willing to put a rock on your finger? And
you never had kids, not because of your work schedule or
because you didn’t love him, but because you never really
preferred men and your relationship was more platonic than
genuine?”
The metallic taste of rage finally blossomed like a fresh
spring flower in the back of Adalynn’s mouth. She could taste
her anger all along her tongue. She wanted to spit words like
toxic venom. She knew she didn’t have to sit here and defend
herself but storming off in a huff would only indicate her guilt.
It would look bad for her, but she had years of experience
dealing with difficult scenarios. Ones far worse than this. She
didn’t have to close her eyes to see Pierre’s face. He would
have smiled gently back at the impertinent little bitch and
charmed her with anecdotes from his travels. Adalynn knew
she didn’t have the tact for it.
Instead, she found herself clearing her throat. The old pain
was back, welling like an underground tunnel flooding with
the incoming tide. “Actually, there were children. Two. I
miscarried both, one at eight weeks, the other at sixteen. If you