361- Shane's Women
Nina lay on her bed at the rented place. She didn't change her clothes, nor she bothered to take off her sandals.
All this time, she had been a fool to think that Shane might return to her. He had a family, living in the suburbs of Sangua.
The six-year-old boy had given her heart palpitations. He was Shane's son!
"Good, god!" she got up from the bed, "Shane is the father of a boy. Weren't we allowed to have hookups? When did Shane ask me to go for a real family outside marriage?"
No matter what she would do. The damage was done.
Even if she would prove in court that Shane cheated on her, still she wouldn't get half of the property.
Now Shane had an heir, and Nina couldn't get Sinclair property in her name.
"I thought you were a fool, Shane. But no. You are a cunning asshole," She muttered in the quiet room, wishing that Shane was here so that she could kill him.
What had he done to her? She was in a fix.