I could still feel the knife plunging into my stomach, the wrenching pain as I felt my baby slipping away. That horror was seared into my mind, raw and unrelenting.
I had never felt such hatred.
A hatred that engulfed me entirely. If only he had answered the phone, if he had given me a moment of his time, if he had sensed that I needed him – our baby might still be alive.
Looking at Ross’s and Sean’s guilty faces now, I felt nothing but revulsion.
“The baby is gone,” I said flatly. “Not only mine, but Ellie’s as well. She’d just found out she was one month pregnant. I told you both, but you didn’t listen. There’s nothing left to say. Divorce is the only option.”
Ross stumbled back, disbelief flooding his eyes as he muttered, “So you weren’t just trying to scare me. The baby… our baby is actually gone.”
Then, snapping out of his shock, he shouted, “Maisie, you’re not even human! The baby was eight months along, and you just decided to end it out of spite? She was fully formed!”
“Are you insane? How could you kill our child? Come with me to the police station – you need to pay for this!”