Xander’s tone turned gentle. “It’s okay. As long as you promise you’ll never leave me again.”
“I promise,” she breathed.
And the last thing I heard was the steady beep of the monitor, mocking me as the life I carried inside me was scraped away while they planned the rest of their perfect life without me.
I snapped out of the memory when the door swung open. Xander stood there, a plastic smile on his perfect lips, carrying flowers and a tray of food like he was the devoted husband the world still believed him to be.
“Baby,” he said, voice dripping sweet poison. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner, you know how the company is, so much to do. But I’m here now.”
Liar. In my mind, I could see him in Nadia’s bed, her red nails raking his back while my body lay here, stitched and empty.
“I made you shrimp,” he said, placing the tray on my lap. “Your favorite.”
I stared at the plate. Nadia loved shrimp. I was allergic.
“I don’t want it.”
He stiffened, eyes flashing. “Don’t be dramatic. Isn’t it enough that our daughter died because of you? Shouldn’t you apologize to me?”
Before I could speak, his phone buzzed. He didn’t even hide the name. Nadia.