I froze.
“Consequences?” I repeated, stunned. “Are you serious right now?”
I let out a weak, breathless laugh, eyes narrowing. “You’re actually talking about punishment?” My voice cracked with disbelief. “For what? For mourning my child? For feeling pain so deep I can barely breathe?”
My fingers dug into my chest as tears burned behind my eyes. “You shattered me, Ronan. You ripped me apart the moment you turned your back on us. You walked away. You let us face those monsters alone. And then he… he died in my arms…” My words broke into sobs.
Ronan’s eyes flickered—just for a moment—with guilt. But then his expression hardened again.
“He wasn’t my child,” he said, ice in his voice. “He was yours.”
Something inside me snapped.
“You HEARTLESS BASTARD!” I screamed.
I grabbed a nearby vase and hurled it at him. It shattered as it struck his chest, shards scattering across the room.
Ronan didn’t flinch. Didn’t dodge.