As I stood there, watching Steven reach for the glass, my heart pounded in my chest like a drumbeat echoing through a silent room.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice a whisper in the midst of the chaotic beating of my heartbeat.
"You knew there's poison, why are you acting calm?" I asked him, my voice filled with worry and guilt.
"Because I know why you are doing this."
"What?!"
He took a step forward, "You are doing this to avenge me, right?" he asked, his words pierced my heart.
My eyes bulged out because of what he said.
I thought doing this would set me free, but it doesn't.
It didn't make me feel good.
"I will take this poison and understand you, Nathalie." Steven's voice broke through my thoughts, his brow furrowed, as he lifted the wine glass to his lips.
I remain ca
