Even then, his focus wasn't on me. His phone buzzed again and again with messages from Audrey. Since he was driving and couldn't type, he sent a voice message instead.
[I'll be there soon. Wait for me. This time, I won't ever let you go again.]
His voice was low, filled with an aching tenderness. It made my stomach turn.
I scoffed, unable to hold back the disgust curling in my chest. "You really have no shame, do you? We're still married. This is blatant adultery."
He barely reacted, his expression cold as he threw my past back at me instead.
"Shameless?" His voice dripped with scorn. "Who's more shameless than you? You were the one who drugged Audrey that night."
The accusation sliced through me like a blade.
"Hayden!" My voice shook with frustration. "How many times do I have to tell you? I didn't spike her drink! There were so many people at that party—why do you insist on blaming me?"
He let out a cruel sneer, his grip tightening on the wheel. He still didn't believe me.
I had endured this for too long. The endless accusations, the baseless hatred. My fingers trembled as I pressed a hand against my stomach, where life had just begun to grow.