When Love Dies, Revenge Blooms

of putting his assis

ere cramps. I was eight months pregnant and the office was dangerously hot, but he s

floor of a glas

ound a perfectly healthy Deb. He raised a glass to the cit

knees onto a floor of ice. They poured buckets of freezing water over m

ng. I was lo

screaming at me to apologize, to tell him I fo

e, that my father was dead and

pte

. At eight months pregnant, the heat felt suffocating, a heavy blanket pressing down on me

se do

Noble, my husband's personal assistant, standin

r voice a little shaky. "The col

gh-rise office. The sun baked the glass. I could feel

degrees in here, Deb.

air rushed out, and I took a deep, grateful breath. Deb said noth

out the baby. He walked straight into the living room where

u do to Deb?

confused. "What ar

air you blasted at her today caused severe cramps. She collapsed a

heer absurdity of his

I'm carrying your child. I was worried about overheating. Deb's c

eight difference between us f

For that, you're blaming me for her being in

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture he

ening. "Of course, you and the baby come first

s hands on my shoulders, his

orry,

ned, full of a tension I couldn't name. He had become distant, ambitious in a way

ough," I said, my voice softer now. "I

me into a hug. "And you h

f one. I leaned against him, trying to find the man I married, but h

as pregnant and emotional. I had to trust him.

zy," he whisper

ied, but the words taste