I created a scene, not giving a damn.
And after a while, I was approached by one of the staff members who swallowed it. “They are at the central park.”
The park. Of course.
Ignoring the burning in my own eyes, I fought back tears and returned to the car, choking out our next destination. The moment the park came into view, I spotted them. Rhysand, a sickening playful smile plastered on his face, pushed Christain onto the swing while Calista, all effortless elegance in a yellow sundress stood beside them.
The sight of them, a picture-perfect family, ripped a fresh gash through my already wounded heart. Tears welled in my eyes hot and stinging and my stomach caverned with a gaping hole where another child should have been.
Fuck this!
My blood ran cold. I didn’t even register the stares as I stormed across the playground. Reaching my husband, I didn’t even hesitate. My hand swung high in the air and landed square on his cheek.
“What the fuck, Athena?” His voice was a cursed growl, but his eyes held a flicker of…fear. Before he could react further, I scooped Christain up from the swing.
But my baby fought against me, his little body jerking and kicking. “Put me down! I wanna stay with Daddy!”