I slapped him, the sound echoing in the room like thunder. "Enough," I said, my voice trembling with fury. Without waiting for his reaction, I turned on my heel and walked out, leaving behind the shattered remains of what I once thought was love.
Maxton grabbed my hand, his grip firm. "Solana, don’t get ahead of yourself. Do you really think you’re still pure? You’ve lost the child in your belly. Who would want someone as worthless as you after leaving me? Be good and drink for Priscilla. I still need you."
At that moment, whatever remained of the love I once felt for him shattered into irreparable pieces. Without a word, I chose to walk away.
But later, desperation consumed him. Maxton, once so arrogant, begged like a madman for my return.
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"Wife, don’t hold onto your anger about the child. I’ve prepared a surprise for you. Let me show you."
His voice held a strange sincerity and the smile that had disappeared for so long unexpectedly returned.
Even as my heart ached, lost in the sorrow of what I had endured, I found myself sitting in his car, his promises of a surprise clouding my thoughts.