His gaze dropped to my stomach, and a grin spread across his face. Anger and doubt gleamed in his eyes.
"My baby… or my brother’s?"
My lips trembled with rage. He was the one who strayed. He was the unfaithful one, not me. And yet he dared to question my child’s paternity. These daughters will strip all your wealth once we’re back, Daniel. My wealth that you inherited because of marriage.
"Y-yours…"
He must have wanted me or the babies dead, because without hesitation, he threw me against a tree. The force of the impact ripped a groan from my lips, and my wolf stirred, desperate to break free.
"Daniel!" my sister’s voice called out.
She reached me first, delivering two sharp slaps to my face before running to him.
"Don’t leave me!" she cried. "I hate that slut!" She pointed at me. "She covets my fiancé and I hate your brother!"
The absurdity of their performance nearly made me laugh. How could they act as if they weren’t lovers? As if I hadn’t caught them kissing—or worse? Now they were playing the victims. What’s next? Would they claim their affair was born from spite?
It was entirely possible.