"Ethan, do you think it's really okay to leave Hannah's father sitting out there like that? Shouldn't we at least let him in? He's old, after all," Sabrina cooed, her voice sickeningly sweet as she stroked her swollen belly.
Ethan pulled her into his arms, his voice dripping with false tenderness. "You're too kind for your own good. You're carrying our baby, and you want to bring that old man inside? How would you get any rest?"
Then, with a sly grin, he leaned in and kissed her. "How about we..."
"No, no, we can't! The baby knows everything."
Sabrina giggled, pushing him away playfully before darting into the bedroom.
I felt bile rise in my throat.
Before I could even float into the bedroom after them, the unmistakable sounds of their lovemaking filled the air.
They were doing it on my bed.
The sheets hadn't even been changed, and my silk nightgown was still draped over the bedpost, a cruel reminder of the life I once had.
"Ethan Collins, you deserve to rot in hell!" I seethed, the rage boiling inside me.
I opened my mouth wide, imagining the pleasure of tearing them apart in the midst of their twisted, disgusting pleasure.
But my fury wasn't strong enough.