“There was a particularly bad incident days after the maid’s body was found. I was in an important meeting. She decided to crash it and make a scene. Things got… bad.”
He shakes his head, clearly not willing to give me details. “That was the day she told me she was pregnant.”
I gasp. “She was pregnant?”
“She miscarried a few days later. But yes, at the time, she was pregnant.”
“I blamed myself, too,” he says without shying away from the guilt. “But still, I saw the miscarriage for the blessing it was. I couldn’t raise a child with Marina. f**k, if the child were to have a shot at an even halfway normal life, then he or she couldn’t have Marina as their mother.”
“Maybe motherhood would have calmed her down.”
He snorts. “No, it would have sent her over the deep end. The woman was not a
