"Then you got pregnant. I was so furious I wouldn't let him touch me. So he just staged the whole thing with a business partner, got you drunk until you miscarried. You don't even know that while you were unconscious in the operating room fighting for your life, he was on the phone with me, begging me not to be mad at him."
The words hit me like a blunt instrument to the skull. My vision went black.
Beryl's face twisted, her expression turning vicious as she glared at me:
"But even though he loves me that much, he still refused to divorce you and marry me!"
"You were only ever holding that over my head because Dennis felt guilty, because you went through hard times with him when he was starting out. That's all it ever was."
Then she laughed.
"What do you think would happen if Dennis found out you attacked the baby in my belly? Think he'd still feel any of that guilt for you?"
Every hair on my body stood on end. I spun around and bolted for the door.
Behind me, Beryl lifted the champagne bottle and slammed it into her own stomach, then let out a piercing scream.
"Dennis! Save me!"
The dressing room door flew open under Dennis's kick. He seized my wrist and hurled me to the ground.