Bleeding White: His Betrayal, Her Rise

om, my nearly-full suitcase open on the bed.

, his voice sharp with irritation. "Are you still sulkin

, unconscious smile touched his lips. A text from Emily, no doubt

ke I was the only person in the world. He used to smile when my name popped

"I had a miscarriage, Mark," I said. My voice was flat, devoid

n' t be ridiculous. You' re lying." He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. "You'

paper, and handed it to him. It was my discharge summary from the hospital. The words were clinical, c

' s return, he looked truly shocked. The arrogant smirk was gone, repl

of it seemed to finally crash down on him. A flicker of something-

I didn' t know." He reached for me, his hands outst

w mingled with the faint, sweet smell of Emily' s perfume from his

pped the suitcase closed with a decisive pull. "I

at me, his mouth opening and closing, but no words came out. He was no longer my Ma