"Oh, and she was at the hospital recently, getting treatment for a dirty disease. If I were you, I'd go get tested."
"Tell me, doesn't it shame you to be married to a filthy woman like her? Don't you feel pathetic being cuckolded? If I were you, I'd be dead already."
Each word was venom, each sentence a blade, hacking at my dignity until nothing remained.
On the other end of the line, Blake fell into a long, chilling silence.
My heart twisted.
Since the day we married, our relationship had always been good...
Blake was always upright and kind, gentle and attentive to me.
He never once despised the burn scars on my body. Instead, he told me I was an angel who had survived the flames, and that for the rest of my life, he would shield me from the wind and rain.
With him, no matter how badly we argued, he never gave me the cold shoulder or lost his temper. He would always coax me patiently, again and again.
But this time... after hearing Hubert's lies, he said nothing. Not a word.
When Hubert hung up the call, triumph lit his face.
"Well? Still not going to tell me where Lianna is?"
The guard finally released his hand from my mouth.