Jacob backed away even farther, revulsion stamped across his face.
"Marina, you're really... unbelievable."
"Where's your breeding? Where's the poised, elegant Henson heiress? Three years in the countryside and this is what you've become?" His lip curled. "It's disgusting."
Disgusting.
I lowered my head, numb, and stared at the dark stain spreading across my skirt.
I'd lost control again.
Five miscarriages in three years had left my body irreparably broken. The medical care in Hollow Creek Village was nonexistent. There were a few unlicensed country doctors, sure, but Kathy and Ivan would never have spent a cent on me.
I pressed my lips together until they went white, enduring their shrill, exaggerated laughter.
"Enough. Enough..."
The words fell from my mouth, barely audible.
They were the reason I was like this. Every last bit of it was their doing.
And yet they doubled over laughing, unable to stop, feeding off each other's cruelty.
My fists clenched at my sides. Then I raised my head, slowly, and the numbness in my face hardened into something else entirely.
My gaze swept the room, cataloging everything within reach, until it landed on a porcelain vase on the side table.