Lindsay looked up at me sharply. "Are you crazy?"
She seemed shocked that I, usually so mild-tempered, would say such a thing. She sneered, "Threatening me? Do you think you can get a divorce just because you say so?"
Her eyes fell on my face as she gently touched her belly. "If you dare to divorce me, you'll never see this child after it's born.
"Santos, I mean it!
"If you listen to me, I'll give you whatever you want."
She always knew how to manipulate me, giving me a stick and a carrot. She would ignore me for days and then give me a small gift, like training a dog.
But now, I didn't care about anything. She didn't know that the child in her belly wasn't mine. That night, she and Nick went out drinking. She got drunk and was abandoned by Nick on the roadside, where she was assaulted by some thugs.
I never told her, afraid the truth would break her. She always thought the child was mine.
But now, I no longer cared to protect her. She couldn't control me anymore.
Maybe I had been silent for too long, but Lindsay seemed unusually impatient. "What do you want? Are you trying to make Nick leave?"
Nick's face stiffened. "Lindsay, do you really want me to leave? It's his fault! He hit Kim!"