When Love Dies, Revenge Blooms
of putting his assis
ere cramps. I was eight months pregnant and the office was dangerously hot, but he s
floor of a glas
ound a perfectly healthy Deb. He raised a glass to the cit
knees onto a floor of ice. They poured buckets of freezing water over m
ng. I was lo
screaming at me to apologize, to tell him I fo
e, that my father was dead and
pte
. At eight months pregnant, the heat felt suffocating, a heavy blanket pressing down on me
se do
Noble, my husband's personal assistant, standin
r voice a little shaky. "The col
gh-rise office. The sun baked the glass. I could feel
degrees in here, Deb.
air rushed out, and I took a deep, grateful breath. Deb said noth
out the baby. He walked straight into the living room where
u do to Deb?
confused. "What ar
air you blasted at her today caused severe cramps. She collapsed a
heer absurdity of his
I'm carrying your child. I was worried about overheating. Deb's c
eight difference between us f
For that, you're blaming me for her being in
He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture he
ening. "Of course, you and the baby come first
s hands on my shoulders, his
orry,
ned, full of a tension I couldn't name. He had become distant, ambitious in a way
ough," I said, my voice softer now. "I
me into a hug. "And you h
f one. I leaned against him, trying to find the man I married, but h
as pregnant and emotional. I had to trust him.
zy," he whisper
ied, but the words taste