“No need to bother, your accident, I already took care of it.”
“I went to the kindergarten. The environment was fine, but the security was far too poor.”
Her child knelt there, his cheeks streaked with tears, a gun pressed coldly to his head. I watched as the veins on her forehead swelled, standing out one by one.
Together for ten years, she had never once raised her voice at me, never once shown anger.
Yet today, because of another man and his child, her eyes burned with murderous fire.
She slammed me hard against the wall, tore the knife from her bleeding shoulder, and turned the blade to my neck.
“How dare you lay a hand on a child!”
“Waylon, have I treated you too well, to the point you’ve forgotten who you are?”
“If I hadn’t protected you, you would have died long ago!”
“Now your wings have hardened, and because you can’t have children yourself, you go after someone else’s? To do something this vile, you truly are disgusting!”
Each word cut into me deeper than any blade, leaving me humiliated beyond endurance. Yet I laughed, my calm sinking into my very bones.
“Didn’t you always say, if we want to part, one of us must die?”