Forsaking All Others (From This Day Forward Book 2) Read Online Free

moonlight streaming in from the window above the bed. It feels like hours that I’ve been left alone, stray thoughts running rampant through my head.
    Landon.
    I haven’t heard from him since that night and I feel as though there’s still a lot to process as far as memories go.
    It’s incredibly frustrating being locked outside of your own memories. I gained quite a few when Landon showed up six weeks ago, but there’s this nagging feeling that I’m still missing something crucial.
    Lauren seemed patient enough at first to answer my unending questions, but I think even she’s run out of answers for me. I’m on my own.
    Despite my best efforts, my body gives in to sleep.
     

     
    As I choke down a piece of dry toast the next morning, I decide to research pregnancy so I know what’s to come. I Google the word and I’m visually assaulted with site after site, each proclaiming to be the web’s leader in pregnancy and childbirth, whatever the hell that means.
    I click on one at random and it immediately asks for the first day of my last period or the date I conceived. I don’t see an option labeled, “I was just involved in a serious car wreck and suffered amnesia, so your guess is as good as mine.”
    I know I wasn’t pregnant right after the wreck. The emergency room doctors ran lab-work for that. I grab the calendar off the desk and flip back to June.
    The wreck was the night of June twelfth and I didn’t leave the hospital until June sixteenth.
    Possible conception dates…
    Well, we didn’t waste any time once we got home—looks like the lucky dates are either June sixteenth or seventeenth.
    I type in June sixteenth and a blue box pops up. “Congratulations, Mommy! Your baby’s due date is March 9th, 2015.”
    I’m eight weeks along according to the website’s charts and I could’ve had a positive pregnancy test as early as June thirtieth.
    Eight weeks!
    June thirtieth!
    What in the hell have I been doing for the last six weeks? How did I miss this?
    It’s almost August and I’ve been carrying this little person around for the last six weeks without knowing.
    I begin clicking at random and a video pops up of what appear to be the cursed mer-people from The Little Mermaid.
    Apparently, it’s meant to be a video of what my baby looks like at this stage. The baby is half an inch long and growing its arms and legs.
    I choke back tears as I watch the computer animated embryo dance around on the screen.
    We made that.
    Regardless of all the shit, he and I were perfect together in that moment and we made this.
    If only he hadn’t done the same thing with my former best friend.

 
    The alarm clock won’t stop its shrill ringing. I roll over and try to use my hand and feel for it.
    “Beth, turn off your alarm.” I mumble the words before realizing I’m not at home and my wife hasn’t been in my bed for over six weeks now.
    I finally locate the clock and mash every button on it, but the ringing won’t stop. My head is pounding and my mouth feels like cotton. I don’t even know if I’m hungover or still drunk from the night before. It’s hard to keep track. I’ve been drinking like this since I was served divorce papers.
    Come to think of it, I don’t know if I’ve sobered up enough long enough to experience a true hangover.
    The ringing stops and then immediately starts up again. It’s my fucking phone.
    I keep my eyes closed and press it against my ear. “Hello?” My voice sounds like a rusted gate, as though it hasn’t been used in a while.
    “Where the hell are you?” The female voice is definitely not my wife’s. “You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago, or did you forget that you agreed to come to this doctor visit with me?”
    I sigh, “Jess, I—shit, I’ll be there in ten.”
    I end the call and finally open my eyes to the destruction before me. There are empty glass bottles everywhere and a chair is on its side. I mean, this hotel room wasn’t five-star to begin with,