At the time, blinded by love, I hadn’t noticed how strange that word "again" sounded.
So, this was it. He was using me to make up for the regret of missing out on Melina all those years ago.
A violent wave of nausea surged up from my stomach, nearly spilling out of my throat.
Seeing my face turn deathly pale, Melina looked satisfied. “Be smart and get lost. I’ve seen plenty of gold-digging women like you. Do you really not understand why Cedric silently allowed me to abort your child? Because a lowly woman like you was never worthy of carrying his child.”
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“Oh, right! You should thank me, too,” Melina added casually. “When you were kidnapped, Cedric was actually prepared to let you die in there. If I hadn’t been afraid someone would end up dead and told Cedric to call the police, you’d still be locked up and tortured right now.”
That last sentence burned away the last of my restraint.
Hatred surged through me like a wildfire, devouring every trace of reason.
I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms. The pain brought me a moment of clarity.
“I’ll give you what you want,” I said calmly. “But that child was innocent. Melina, you picked the wrong person to mess with.”