"She's not insane! She never lost her memory!" The words tore out of me in a raw, desperate scream. "Dustin, listen to me—she's been faking it from the very beginning! Believe me!"
"Enough!"
His roar detonated like a gunshot, and the room went dead silent.
My heart hammered so violently I could hear it pounding in my ears.
"I don't know what she's talking about," Alice whimpered in the bodyguard's arms, crying so pitifully, so helplessly. Her voice hitched like a startled fawn's. "Sweetheart, I'm so scared. Why won't she just leave us alone? I only told her I'd give her a generous sum if she'd walk away from you, and she said she'd kill me and my baby."
Whispers rippled through the crowd.
Every condemning stare landed on me, as if I were the monster in this room.
"With a temper like that, she's clearly unfit to be Mrs. Delgado," someone murmured.
"Poor Miss Dotson. If she loses another husband and child, she won't survive it." Another voice, sympathetic and resolute.
"If you ask me, Mr. Delgado should just—"
The voices crashed over me in waves, and Dustin stared at me like I was his sworn enemy, his gaze cold as a blade.
"Get on your knees. Bow your head. Beg Alice for forgiveness."