“Why?” She asked, calmly. Inside she was dying.
“What?” He asked, putting his hands in his pockets.
“You lied Tylor. Why?”
“I don’t need to tell y—” he started.
“I know Tylor. I trusted you. You didn’t have to lie to me.” Her words cut him deep; she knew it and smiled inwardly.
“How did you find out?” He asked.
“Leah told me. She found the pictures.”
“Oh,” was all he had to say.
“Why her Tylor?”

Tylor took a good look at Ariana. He could see she was holding on but only on the outside. The guilt of what he’d done to her with Lilly flooded him.

While he was being overwhelmed by guilt, he didn’t see her walk away; one hand on her stomach, hoping the two wonderful children she was carrying wouldn’t end up like him.