I didn’t give her the chance. I saw right through her, and this time, I made sure she knew it.
"Stop pretending. Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?"
Her face drained of color. Without another word, she tightened her hold on Jasper’s hand and hurried him away.
Once they left, I sat down for breakfast, though the food tasted like nothing. My mind was elsewhere.
Afterward, I returned to my bedroom, reached under my pillow, and pulled out the sleeping pills.
Ever since Ava moved in, my nights had been endless battles with insomnia, my thoughts gnawing at me until morning. Anxiety coiled around my chest like an iron grip. The doctor had prescribed these pills months ago, and over time, I had collected more than enough.
Crossing the room, I placed my miscarriage diagnosis report on Hugo’s study desk. A quiet statement left for him to find.
Then, without hesitation, I swallowed them all.
Lying down, a strange calmness settled over me as drowsiness took hold. My body felt heavy, the edges of my mind blurring.
Just as darkness began pulling me under, my phone screen lit up.
A message from Ava.
[Guess what? Tonight, is he spending it with you or with me?]