Vivian playfully smacked him, though her eyes darted toward me like needles. “You’re so bad, saying this now… Unlike Emma, who’s lucky enough to ride the elevator while pregnant, I had to walk the stairs.”
“Emma Carter!” Daniel’s rage flared, his eyes like frozen blades. “Do you realize what you’ve done? You made Vivian walk the stairs while you sat comfortably in the elevator! Her feet are practically raw!”
“You told her it’s just a few steps, didn’t you?” He stepped closer, voice dripping with mockery. “Now it’s your turn. Just a few steps, and you’ll be free.”
The cold smirk on his face pierced my heart like an icicle. The man who once swore to cherish me for life was long gone.
The baby inside me kicked violently, as if in fear. The doctor’s warning echoed in my ears: “You must protect the pregnancy—no stress, no cold.”
Clenching my teeth, I bent down, hands pressed against the frozen ground. Every step I tried to lift tore my skin away from the icy floor, the pain so sharp I nearly blacked out.
“Daniel, please… let me go. I’ll apologize to Vivian…” I begged through tears, my voice hoarse.
He remained unmoved, arms crossed. “I told you—walk out, kneel, and apologize.”