“You want me to apologize?” I said, my voice hoarse. “Beckett, do you know what this is?”
I shoved the cancer report into his chest, my hands shaking. My throat tightened with emotion.
He didn’t even look at it.
He tore the paper in half and glared at me like I was the problem.
“I don’t care what that says! All I know is you’ve gone too far. God, you’re pregnant, Evelyn! How could you be cruel to other woman?”
Tears finally slipped down my cheeks, hot and silent. My whole body trembled—not from pain, but from sheer fury.
Beckett saw me crying and for a moment, his expression softened. His tone shifted to something gentler.
“Alright… can you just apologize? I know I haven’t been giving you attention these past few months. But I promise I’ll make it up to you once the baby’s born.”
Then, without a trace of shame, he pushed me toward Delaney.
She looked back at me, eyes glinting with smug triumph.
I looked hard at Beckett, wondering how the man who once swore he loved me could change so drastically the moment Delaney came back. Had he forgotten every promise he made the day we stood at the altar?
I drew in a long, steadying breath.