The Art of Revenge

ike a dagger to Serena Knowles's heart. The unmistakable rhythm

They were intimate. Intimate i

news. After months of fatigue, of late periods and quiet hope, she finally

dy bore the scars of three miscarriages. "No st

e needed to see Clint-her husband, the man she thought would be ov

d into his office and heard the woman's

azing. I love bei

-groaned back, thick with lust. "

l

trembling fingers and fell to the polis

or open-and her

e Clint and another woman, completely nak

glass. She stormed into the room, rage swallowing her whole. Her hand sho

wife's insane!" t

the sheets as Clint leapt

Enough!" he bar

uldn't. Grief and fury had fus

th

L

sending her sprawling. Her stomach s

rough her lower belly. Her lips bled, but worse-f

o

. Her limbs trembl

oo

rk, and t

adled her belly like it was already gone. "Clint, please... tak

er face pale as death. She tried to rise, bu

his shirt, throwing nervous glances at the

ant?" Clint finally

oward him, despe

d his. "Didn't you say you

had happened, then walked over to Serena, crou

into her jaw. Hi

t me having kids w

her

her harder t

, barely breathing. "I'm

ing tall, hands in his pocke

e said coldly, "did you really t

him, stunned. "Wha

smile crept

ed. I made sure every single on

ere calm. A

ng this one su

u.

ul scr

ll along? You

she thought her body had failed

egrated. Everything she had believed in, t

loved had ne

ter. A stranger weari

blinding pain, one

to save

hisper. "I'll do whatever you want. If you want a divorce,

yes locked on hers-wide, terrified, plead

ound his waist like a snake tightening its grip.

aby now, it's for the best, isn't it? That way, we wo

embling as she whispered prayers to a God she wasn't even sure was listening an

ng whether her baby lived or died like

o?" Clint asked, glancin

. wait a few minutes. Let her bleed a little more. Her

owed to

than the last. Her fingers twitched. Her mouth op

d her fluttering eyelids. Someone was shouting. Doors

orld

eard Clint's voice-frantic a

to help her! She's l

anted to

he c

ation, his guilt, his c

was fade-further and

as they burst into the ER. Blinding lights. Muffled

ing! Get an

wo months! Intern

panic. "Just save her! I don't care w

through like an

let he

let he

why

e when he had just

just f

athet

t thudde

te, Cl

verything

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