Damien's features twisted into a snarl.
The thought that Corinne might die was driving him to the edge of madness.
"She was carrying my baby! Three months along! How could you be so cruel!" he roared at Alessia.
A flash of venom crossed Alessia's face as she looked at the police, at Damien, at his furious mother. If they took her to the station, she might never get out.
She steeled herself, then burst into tears.
"But it wasn't me! I admit I like you, but it was only a secret crush. I never wanted to come between you two! I was happy for you when I thought you'd have a family. Why would I hurt Corinne like that?
"Besides... besides, we were together all last night! When would I have had time to do this? Even if the police say I'm a suspect, there's no real proof! How can you say it
