"You used to be such a kind person. Now you'd rather drive Victoria and her unborn child to their deaths."
He paused. When he spoke again, his tone softened in a way that made no sense.
"Have you forgotten how much pain you were in when you lost your own baby?"
My head snapped up. I locked onto his gaze and held it.
My heart felt like a dull knife was sawing through it, tearing open scars that had barely held together.
The memory surged back unbidden. Six years ago, the day I found out I was pregnant, I walked into our apartment and found Anthony tangled up with Victoria in our bed.
I had only just discovered the affair. Before I could even confront him, the shock sent me to the hospital.
I made it home in a daze, only to hear the unmistakable sounds of a man and a woman behind the bedroom door.
I lost my mind. I flew into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and charged at them. But Anthony threw himself in front of Victoria, shielding her, and shoved me so hard I slammed into the vanity.
A searing pain ripped through my abdomen. Something warm and wet spread between my legs. The baby was gone. Just like that.