His furious tirade cut off abruptly.
I looked up in disbelief. Every ounce of physical pain paled against the agony tearing through my chest.
"You think I set that fire to burn her alive?"
Tears spilled like a broken string of pearls, falling one after another without end.
Six years. I had been by Dominic's side for six years, and in his eyes, I was nothing but a vicious, heartless woman.
My stomach clenched violently, and I winced at the cramping.
Dominic's grip on my arm didn't loosen. He dragged me toward the door.
"It doesn't matter who actually did it. All of this started because of you."
"Stephanie is terrified. She's emotionally unstable. You're going to apologize to her."
As he wrenched me forward, my hand slammed into the doorframe.
Every last drop of strength drained from my body. Dominic hauled me down the corridor like a rag doll, merciless, never once looking back.
The moment we crossed the threshold into Stephanie's room, I heard her pitiful sobbing.
Then the hospital bed rattled violently. Stephanie climbed down and dropped to her knees at my feet with a thud.
Her voice cracked with anguish.
"Joanna, I'll move out. I'll leave the house, I promise. Just please don't kill me, okay?"