---- He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around me tightly. "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?" So he knew. It didn't matter, though. It was too late. I pulled back, taking a step away from him. " Randall, what's the point of this? What do you think you can achieve now?" His red-rimmed eyes trembled as he repeated his question like a broken record. "Why didn't you tell me?" I was confused by his words. "Tell you? What good would that have done? Would it have brought my child back? "Do you need me to remind you where you were while I was lying in that hospital bed?" ---- Where had Randall been? He was at a bar, shielding Macy from a drunken crowd. Meanwhile, his pregnant wife was collapsing on an icy sidewalk. He was in Macy's hospital room, cradling her in his arms, leaving me alone by the cold curb after my surgery. He sat silently as Macy insulted and undermined me in front of clients, never once stepping in to defend me. Iwrenched myself out of his grasp. "Randall, the only way you can make this right is to suffer as much as I have."" I didn't try to hide it. Once upon a time, I'd dreamed of this child. I'd envisioned a life where the three of us would build a home together, a family. Seven years together, three years of marriage ---- could not compete with four months of Macy's presence. "It was just a moment of weakness. I see that now. Iwas wrong. Macy's out of our lives. Let's start over, Nara. Please? "We can have another child," Randall begged, dropping to his knees in front of me. Another child? Never again. Randall had always loved the idea of children. In the early days of our relationship, he would hold me close and paint picture after picture of our future together. Then Macy appeared, and his attention shifted entirely. He'd always been drawn to women like her: delicate and needed protection. After the launch of Harrison, Randall started leaving me behind more ---- and more, finding excuses to keep me out of public events.