Conviction

And then my heart skips a beat as I hear a car pull up in the drive. Looking out of the window, I can see that it’s Marcus and he’s already getting out of the car.

“I’m calling the police,” Conner says. I don’t argue. My days of worrying about Marcus are over. Our entire marriage and life together has been a complete fa?ade. I’ve been lied to and manipulated, and I could no longer care less about the consequences he may be about to face.

Conner puts a call through to the emergency services, passing the phone to me to give the address. I end the call as Marcus comes through the bedroom door. Conner moves me behind him. He watches us for a few seconds, swinging his car keys around his fingers.

“So, what have we here? Con the Con, living up to his name. Adding, breaking and entering to your charge sheet now are you?”

Conner squeezes my hand a little tighter for a second, then lets it go. I watch the smirk leave Marcus’s face and fear take over as Conner takes two steps toward him. Without a word, Conner lands a punch that lifts Marcus off his feet. He doesn’t get up and I move closer to make sure that Conner hasn’t killed him.

Conner leans down and pulls Marcus up by his tie, pressing their foreheads together.

“Games up you slippery little cunt. We know what you’ve done. We know everything. Now you’re going to prison while I skip off into the sunset with your wife to raise our baby. Together.” He turns and looks at me, his eyes a steely grey despite the smile on his face.

“And you know why I’m gonna do that?” Marcus blinks but doesn’t answer. “Because I’m Conner fucking Reed and I can.”

He then head butts Marcus, right between the eyes. I don’t even wince when I hear bones crunch and watch blood spray everywhere. Conner stands and holds his hand out to me.

“Meebs.”

I step toward him and take his hand, but as I step over my husband, who’s still lying in the bedroom doorway, I can’t resist affording Marcus the same favour he bestowed upon Sophie and I a couple of months ago and I spit, right beside his head.

I hear Conner chuckle from beside me.

“Is that it, Meebs? After everything he’s done to you, to us, that all you got?”

Knowing what will hurt Marcus more than anything else, I turn to Conner, wrap my arms around his neck and say, “I love you, baby, let’s go home and fuck.” Just as the sirens sound outside.





The next few hours are a blur. Despite his injuries, Marcus is arrested and we are also escorted by the police to the station. We take the paperwork regarding Marcus’s vasectomy with us. On the way, Conner explains that he’s had a private detective watching both Marcus and my brother for the past couple of weeks.

It’s taken a bit longer to gather the evidence that Conner was after. Originally, he just wanted something to bargain with, to force Marcus into signing the divorce papers, but with what’s been uncovered, we want charges pressed.

After giving our statements regarding how I went to my old home to collect my passport and Marcus attempted to attack me and Conner stepping in to save me, we’re released.

Marcus paid someone to attack me and over the next few days, we discover that he was convinced that if I thought it was fans of Conner’s that had attacked me, I wouldn’t feel safe and would go running back to him instead. Me being pregnant, he thought would help his plans by convincing me that I needed to be with someone who could keep me safe.

He thought that by threatening me with a custody battle, I would fold and simply move back with him. He never planned on telling me about the vasectomy. If Conner ever asked for a paternity test in the future, he assumed that I would’ve fallen back in love with him and Conner would be out of my system.

And why the vasectomy? He couldn’t bear to share me. He hated the thought of me loving a child and not him.

Marcus was also behind going to the press with the news that Conner and I were together. He also fed them the story about the underage sex.

It had taken Tom a while to put everything together as Marcus was using two phones. Tom was only tracking his smartphone, unaware that he also had a cheap pre-pay from which he arranged to have me knocked about.

But it gets better. Turns out that the reason that Marcus had two phones in the first place was to hide his affair. The affair he was having with my brother’s wife.

My. Brothers. Wife.

They have a child together. My brother’s only child isn’t his, he belongs to Marcus.