“I saw Hillary’s post.” I bit my lower lip and looked down at my bedroom slippers.
“Don’t get involved. It’s none of your damn business,” he replied in a stern voice.
I squared my shoulders and said, “But I’m still your wife. I have all the right to demand an explanation from you.”
“You call yourself a wife when you couldn’t bear an heir for me? Stop messing around, Pauline.”
I held onto the sleeve of his shirt, stopping him. “Don’t put all the blame on me. You’re so unfair!”
Suddenly, Sebastian hastily grabbed both of my arms and shoved me against the wall. His eyes were like daggers, cutting me into bits. I fought hard to squirm free from his hold until he pushed me down to the floor. I gasped in horror and crossed my hand onto my stomach. He had never been violent until now, and it scared me. I couldn’t even move.
In gritted teeth, Sebastian snarled, “Stay away from Hillary and my child. I swear I’m going to kill you if anything happens to them!”