Lewis tightened his hold on her, protectiveness flaring in his eyes. Not for me. Never for me.
“Victoria,” he murmured, brushing her hair. “It’s okay. I’ll protect you.”
I stared at them, speechless. My pulse pounded like it was trying to rip out of my skin.
“That’s not what happened,” I managed to whisper. “I never—”
Lewis turned to me with a look that could slice flesh.
“She’s pregnant,” he snapped before I could finish. “You should calm down. What if something happened to the baby? If anything happens to the baby, that’s on you.”
Victoria hid behind him, peeking over his shoulder with a look of victory so thinly veiled it made nausea crawl up my throat.
Lewis continued, voice filled with manufactured disappointment. “You should apologize. Victoria didn’t deserve that.”
Victoria clutched his arm. “It’s okay, Lewis… don’t blame her. She’s probably stressed. I know she doesn’t like me. I understand. Let’s just go.” They left.
I walked to the bedroom on shaking legs and started shoving my clothes into a suitcase. I didn’t care if they heard. I didn’t care if they stopped me.
They destroyed me.
But I’d be damned if I stayed here long enough for them to finish the job.