His eyes drifted down to Daisy. The ugliness on his face softened into something almost tender. He braced his hands on his knees and leaned down to her.
"How old are you?"
"Nine..."
"Nine?" Nathan straightened abruptly, shock rippling across his features, threaded with a flash of anger.
Then he let out a cold, bitter laugh and pointed at Daisy.
"If I remember correctly, I was already dead by then. And you still had the nerve to move on to the next man?"
"Sarah, I never realized you were that desperate. That you couldn't keep yourself in check for even a second."
"Nine years old. The moment I died, you crawled into someone else's bed? Doesn't that disgust you?"
My fists clenched so hard my nails bit into my palms, breaking skin.
I raised my hand and slapped him across the face.
The tears came the same instant, streaming down my cheeks like a broken string of pearls.
"Nathan!" I screamed through the sob tearing up my throat. "So this is what you think of me."
"Since you're alive and well, let's find a time to finalize the divorce."
I had imagined this moment so many times. The moment I saw Nathan again, he would pull me into his arms and hold me tight.
Instead, he had a new life. A new woman.