Zac sighed as he tried to intervene. "Samara doesn't strike me as someone who would joke like this," he said. "Maybe there's been a misunderstanding? You've been away for a while. Why not head home and sort things out?"
Jayden scoffed. "Huh! What's there to misunderstand? This is a threat! Her sending this over is a clear threat to have my child aborted!"
My husband sneered. "She's a liar," he spat. "She'd make up anything to avoid all blame, even children!"
"Even if she is pregnant, I will never let her have it. Someone like her doesn't even deserve children!"
"I feel so sick every time I see her face! Now, we need to focus on the victim. We need more clues, an identified body, and a closed case. As quick as possible."
I hovered in the air, tears flowing down my face as his words were like a knife in my invisible heart. Apparently… in his eyes, I was not even worthy of carrying his child.
Who was, then? His perfect past love?
Perhaps, he recalled the moment I told him that I was pregnant. My husband shoved the doll into the nearest trash can.