David moved faster than I could, shoving me aside and scooping her up. “If anything happens to Roxanne and her children, you will pay,” he spat, and then he stormed out, bodyguards filling the room behind him.
Two of them grabbed me and pulled me toward the car. I didn’t resist. My legs were heavy, my body numb.
Roxanne’s crying bounced off the walls of the hospital corridor. “My babies! Please, David, don’t let anything happen! I can’t be alone if something goes wrong! The twins… it’s my fault. I just want to stay with them!”
The hallway finally went quiet. Then the door opened and David stepped out. His face was cold, sharper than ice, and I froze.
“Isabella,” he said, voice flat.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry.
“I didn’t think you had it in you to be this cruel,” he continued. “Get outside. Kneel. Say you’re sorry for what could have happened to Roxanne’s babies. Only then will you get your punishment.”
Before I could even think, two of his men grabbed me, dragging me forward. I hit the stone outside, knees scraping and freezing against the ground.
I lifted my head a little. The first snow of the year was falling, quiet and soft, landing on my hair, my shoulders.