“What’s between us is nothing but mutual convenience, Lori. Don’t delude yourself into thinking you can push Charity out of my life. And don’t even dream of becoming my wife.”
Lori, despite Tom’s grip on her throat, didn’t look frightened or angry. Instead, she gazed at him with a sultry smile, her expression shamelessly flirtatious.
Reaching up, she lightly traced Tom’s jawline with her fingers, her voice syrupy sweet as she cooed, “That drug was something I got from out of town. They told me it would lead to a painless miscarriage. How was I supposed to know it affect her differently?”
“Or maybe… she’s just too fragile. Her body couldn’t handle it and that’s why she’s in pain. Well, that doesn’t make it entirely my fault, does it?”
Leaning in closer, her tone grew teasing, a cruel edge lacing her words. “Didn’t you say you didn’t want a child with her? Blaming me now seems a bit unfair, don’t you think?”