“Then explain it!” he shouted back. “You’re the only one who benefits from this mess getting out! You wanted to get back at me!”
He didn’t give me another second. He grabbed my wrist hard and pulled me down the hallway, dragging me into our bedroom before I could even react. The door shut behind me with a sharp click.
“Stay in there,” he said coldly through the door. “I can’t even look at you right now. You’ve destroyed everything.”
His footsteps faded down the hall.
And I slid to the floor.
My whole body was shaking. My chest hurt with every breath I tried to take. From somewhere in the house, I could still hear Ethan crying—soft, broken sobs that made my stomach twist painfully.
Yes, I hated what Damien had done. I hated the lie he built around Ethan. But I never hated the child. I cared for him—like family. Like a brother.
I thought I could let it go eventually… for peace, for survival. I even planned to have someone look into it quietly—someone I trusted—to find out who exposed everything.
But now this…
I placed a trembling hand over my stomach. There was a faint, fragile life there.
“It’s okay,” I whispered through tears. “You’re going to be okay… I promise.”