He gently helped her onto the bed, then turned to me with fire in his eyes. The next moment, a sharp sting exploded across my cheek.
"You knew Vienna was pregnant and you still dared to push her? Are you trying to kill her child—and yours too?"
I collapsed to the floor, dazed and humiliated. But none of that mattered—not compared to the searing pain in my belly. It felt like something inside me was being torn apart.
"Elodie," Vienna called out from the bed, "why are you still on the floor? Are you that mad at me?"
"Please don't be angry. I'll feel very guilty if you are."
"I'm so sorry, Elodie. I’ll even kneel to apologize right now if that would make you feel better."
As she spoke, Vienna slowly rose from the bed, crouching dramatically as if to kneel in front of me.
Vienna had barely begun to kneel when Darien yanked her up and started smoothing out the wrinkles on her dress.
"Vienna, you’re being too soft. You’re the one who should be angry. Elodie is the one who wronged you—she should be the one kneeling and begging for forgiveness!"
Then he turned to me, still lying on the cold floor, his eyes filled with disdain.