“You’re insane!” she shouted. “You just killed Cormac’s child! He’s never going to forgive you! You have no idea how much he loves me!”
Her pale little face looked almost pitiful.
Too bad I was never one to soften at a scene like that.
I flicked my hand.
With that, my bodyguard threw another punch at her belly.
This time, she couldn’t even scream.
“Take her to the hospital,” I ordered coldly. “Make sure she doesn’t die.”
As they carried her into the car, I watched her like I were already watching a dead person.
When I got home, I smashed everything in sight.
By the time Cormac arrived, after the butler called him, he walked in on the wreckage.
He stood calmly in the doorway, watching as I shattered the expensive vase he’d just bought last month.
“You’re done with that woman,” I panted, my chest heaving.
When I finally stopped, he slowly pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
“She’s nothing special,” he said in an almost lazy tone. “She likes to make a scene, but she’s not a threat, honey. You will always be my wife.”
His indulgent tone sounded less like reassurance and more like a confession of how much she meant to him.