My gaze rose, cold. “I don’t mind being a widow.”
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“Tisha, there’s no need. She’s just a young girl.” Easton tried to take the stick from my hand, gripping me tightly as if to calm me.
“I promised you, in this life until death, I’ll stay by your side. Others, I don’t care about at all.” His tone was sincere.
Yet that pitying glance, those faintly trembling shoulders, and those nervous eyes betrayed him.
“You don’t care? Fine, then the child in her belly has nothing to do with you either?”
My eyes narrowed with anger as the words came out.
I seized a bowl, forced Emma Meyer’s jaw open, and manically poured the abortion medicine into her mouth and nose.
She sobbed, choking, and cried out to Easton.
“Easton, save me! Save me!”
At her plea, his eyes reddened, his knuckles turning white. With a sudden force, he slapped the bowl away, his gaze nearly splitting.
After knowing each other for over ten years, never once quarreling, this was the first time Easton shouted at me.
“You act like this, how are you any different from your stepfather!”
I froze. His face, too, was dazed, only then realizing what he had said.
My stepfather was the only damp shadow in my life.