Chapter Sixty-Five
Alicia's POV
When Sophie and I entered the house, we heard the tail end of their conversation. The words hit me like a physical blow. Their words didn't slip. They were intentional.
Barren. They were talking about me being barren.
Sophie looked up at me, confused. I forced a smile on my face before turning and walking away. I didn't want her to see how those words affected me. Didn't want her to know how they cut.
"Are you okay?" Sophie asked quietly as we climbed the stairs.
I managed to smile.
"Yes, sweetheart. I'm fine."
But I wasn't fine. I was far from it. Those words kept echoing in my head. Barren. Like I was defective. Broken. Less than.
It was almost three years since my marriage to Travis now. Three years of this cold, empty arrangement. People looked at us and wondered why there were no children. Why the young Mrs. Blackwood hadn't produced an heir yet.
But they didn't know the truth. Didn't know what happened behind closed doors.
