The words hung in the air like smoke after a gunshot.
Her brain stopped working for a second. She stared up at him, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.
No sound came out. The pain in her wrist and cuts faded into the background. All she could hear was the ringing in her ears and the echo of his voice.
She knew her father was a killer.
She had always known he did terrible things to stay on top.
But this? A pregnant woman? An unborn child? Damien’s family?
Tears filled her eyes instantly. They spilled over before she could stop them. Her lips moved, but only a broken stammer came out.
“Y-You… your… pregnant… wife?” Her voice cracked. She sounded small, like a child. “He… he did that?”
Damien didn’t move. He stayed leaning over her on the bed, one hand braced beside her head.
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