It was like clockwork; whenever Freya had her period, David would act like it was the end of the world, rushing around to get her medicine and feminine products, even rubbing her stomach to ease her pain. He was always hovering over her, forbidding her from drinking alcohol or anything cold.
I never imagined his obsession with Freya would end up costing my mother her life.
Vincent died trying to save Ryan, and now Fiona had paid the price too. Maybe my family was just cursed when it came to them.
If I could turn back time, I'd choose to never have met Ryan or David at all.
After moving out of David's place, I found myself back in the old, run-down apartment where I grew up with my parents.
Back then, we were a happy trio, but now, I was all alone.
A few days later, as I was getting ready to head out for a prenatal checkup, I swung open the door and came face to face with David, his eyes blazing with anger.
He shoved me aside, and I stumbled, falling to the ground. I instinctively cradled my belly, the pain making my face go pale.
Freya followed him in, casting me a look that was part amusement, part disdain.