The corners of my mouth curled into a faint smile as my gaze drifted to her slightly rounded belly.
"Three years ago, I overestimated your skills and underestimated your shamelessness," I said slowly, letting my words sink in. "How, after faking a miscarriage to trick me into losing my leg, are you still not satisfied?"
I leaned in closer and continued, "This time, I'll make sure you really miscarry. I promise you'll never be able to conceive again in your life."
The knife hovered dangerously close to her belly. And then, just as I was about to take the next step, someone grabbed my wrist.
"Dylan!" Amara cried out in terror. "I'm so scared! Elaine's going to kill me!"
Her tearful wail rang in my ears.
It was the same way she had sounded three years ago when Dylan beat me with a bat, shattering my leg. I had ended up in a pool of blood, all because of her screams.
"Dylan, save the baby!" she cried. "She's going to kill our baby!"
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. The memory of the pain and betrayal flooded back. But I didn't let it consume me.
'No,' I thought. 'No more pity. No more mercy.'
They would pay for everything they had done.
Elaine's POV