And he wanted me to wait on the woman who'd killed my daughter. To serve the bastard child growing in her belly.
My nails dug into my palms. Blood rushed to my head, a deafening buzz filling my ears.
I stared at the murderer standing in front of me, rage swelling inside me like a living thing.
I raised my hand, but Guy's voice cut through, dripping with menace. "Don't forget your mother is still in the hospital."
My hand froze midair. The words struck like lightning.
My mother was all I had left. Nothing could happen to her.
My nails bit deeper into my palms, holding back the fury by sheer will. My voice trembled. "Fine. But I have some documents that need your signature."
I grabbed the papers from the nightstand and slipped the divorce agreement in among them.
Guy snatched them impatiently. He was about to read through them when Mabel interrupted.
"Guy, I don't like these decorations. I want them replaced with something else..."
So he scrawled his signature in a rush and tossed the papers into my arms.
I looked down at the documents pressed against my chest, bitterness rising in my throat.