The Anniversary Gift My Son Gave Me Was Hiding My Husband’s Biggest Secret Chapter 05

The Anniversary Gift My Son Gave Me Was Hiding My Husband’s Biggest Secret Chapter 05

That afternoon, I led the alpaca to Ringling’s Circus.

Mr. Tanner came out to meet me himself, grinning from ear to ear.

“Is this one?”

“Yeah.”

He looked Sugar up and down. “Nice coat. Excellent quality. A little thin, but that’s fine. A few days of good eating and she’ll fill out.”

I let go of the rope.

The alpaca backed up fast and pressed herself into the corner.

Mr. Tanner led me inside. We turned two corners and stopped in front of a pen surrounded by iron

bars.

Inside was a male alpaca.

Twice the size of mine. Thick neck. Red eyes. Foam dripping from his mouth.

He paced back and forth in the pen, slamming into the iron bars every few steps. Bang. Bang.

Mr. Tanner showed him off proudly. “This one’s a stud. Imported him from South America. Cost a fortune. His heat cycles last forever, and he’s mean. Most females can’t handle him.’

I watched the male stare at my alpaca with bloodshot eyes.

“She can handle him,” I said. “Mine can handle him.”

Mr. Tanner glanced at me but didn’t ask questions.

We signed the papers.

I transferred ownership of the alpaca to the circus in exchange for one condition

“Lock them in together until this male is out of heat. And make sure she gets pregnant.”

Mr. Tanner laughed. “That’s going to take months.”

“The longer, the better.”

Temed and looked at the alpaca curled in the corner She was already shaking

Cs were all of tea!

Because she knew what was coming.

walked over, crouched down, and spoke so only she could hear.

Serena, back when you possessed that alpaca and spat in my face every day, did you ever think you’d end up here?”

She didn’t move. She just trembled.

I stood up and nodded at Mr. Tanner.

“Open the gate”

The iron door swung open.

The male alpaca charged out like a bull calf straight for the female.

Behind me, she let out a horrible scream.

I didn’t look back

The next day, I went back to the circus.

Mr. Tarmer was standing outside the pen. The look on his face was complicated.

“Your female she’s been through hell.

I looked inside

The male was full of energy, strutting around the pen and calling out every now and then.

The female was curled in the farthest corner Patches of het wool were missing She was covered in

mud

When she saw me, she tried to stand. Her legs gave out and she collapsed.

She opened her mouth like she wanted to spit

Nothing came out.

Mr. Tanner said, “From last night until now, that male’s been chasing her nonstop. She can’t run

anymore. He’s mounted her several times.”

“Just par for the course,” I said. “That’s what breeding is.”

Mr. Tanner hesitated, then finally said, “She looks like she’s about to die.”

I looked at him. “Don’t worry. She’s tough. She won’t die that easily.”

He didn’t say anything else.

I crouched down and looked at the female through the wire fence.

Her eyes had changed.

No hate. No arrogance. Just fear. And begging.

“It’s only day two,” I said quietly.

She closed her eyes in despair.