"Where are you going? Running away from your responsibilities as Zac’s mother?"
I stopped, my hand hovering over the door handle.
"Zac’s been crying all day, and Claire’s exhausted," he continued.
I looked away. "I just needed some fresh air."
Archie scoffed, His lips twisting in mockery. "Fresh air, huh? With another man?"
I frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Before I could demand an explanation, Archie threw a stack of printed photos at me. They scattered across the floor, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw myself in them—with Leon.
Where the hell did he get these?
"You always act like I’m the bastard here," Archie seethed. "But is this what you do behind my back?"
"No, Archie, I—"
"How many men have you been sneaking around with? Is that why you lost the baby? Did you spread your legs for them so much you couldn’t even keep our child?"
A stunned silence followed his words. The world around me blurred with fury. Without thinking, I swung my hand, slapping him hard across the face. The crack echoed in the hallway.
Archie turned back to me slowly, his gaze ice-cold. So cold it could freeze hell over.
Before either of us could speak, a soft voice rang out.
"Archie…"
Claire.