My chest heaved with fury. “I won’t do it. I don’t care what you say—I would rather die than let you use me to save her! That treacherous bitch is better off dead!”
A sharp slap cracked across my face. Jaime had struck me so hard that a metallic taste flooded my mouth.
“You selfish bitch! How dare you insult her!”
My cheek burned, the sting radiating through my skull. I turned to Ian, hoping—praying—he’d stop this madness. But his face was void of sympathy, only filled with disdain.
“I can’t believe I ever married someone so cruel. Marrying you is the worst mistake I’ve ever done in my life.”
The words cut deeper than the slap, deeper than any wound. My breath hitched, my vision blurred with unshed tears. But I wouldn’t let them see me break.
Jaime turned to Ian, his voice sharp. “Enough of this. Tie her hands. We’ll take her to the operating room now. She’s pregnant; she won’t be able to fight us off.”
He tossed a rope to Ian, who caught it without hesitation.
“Don’t you dare—” I tried to pull away, but Ian was stronger.