I tore a few sheets of paper from the table, wiped the blood from my hands and threw them at Carlos with disgust. “Will you write the divorce papers, or should I?”
Carlos’s eyes flickered at last. “I won’t divorce you, Hannah. I told you, only death will end us.”
The moment those words left him, I picked up a knife from the floor and swung it at him.
He looked at the blade without moving, his gaze the same as when he was eighteen, surrounded by men, fearlessly lighting gasoline.
The blade cut across his body and blood instantly soaked his custom suit.
He pulled the knife from my hand without any change in his expression and tossed it aside. “Hannah, one life is enough to ease your anger.”
Maya’s lower body was soaked in blood and the child was gone. I watched Carlos carry her away and said silently, “Carlos, it wasn’t just one, it was two.”
I stayed in the hospital for seven days and during that time, Carlos and Maya vanished from my world.
It was then that I reached out for the first time to the person I had least wanted to see.
“I want you to put people around Carlos.”