"Meredith Evans,don’t twist things.There’s nothing going on between Winona and me.We do nothing wrong."
Before I could respond,a shrill scream tore through the room.It was Winona’s voice,crying out from my bedroom.
"Lennon!My stomach—ah—it hurts!It hurts so much!"
Lennon rushed toward her.I followed,silent,watching her writhe on my bed,clutching her stomach.
What now?
"Lennon…the soup your wife made for me...something’s not right.It hurts…"
She weakly pointed to the bowl at the head of the bed,her voice trembling.
Lennon’s face twisted into a mask of rage.Without a word,he scooped her into his arms and glared at me like I was filth.
"I’m taking Winona to the hospital.If anything happens to her,I swear,you’ll pay for it.I’ll deal with you when I get back."
And just like that,he was gone.
I stood alone in the wake of his fury.The air in the room had turned cold and thick.
None of the servants dared to look at me.They simply bowed their heads and kept still,as if waiting for something terrible to happen.
I wandered back into the living room and stood before the mess that used to be my life.