MILES' POV
“Are you sure you're fine?” I asked Cierra again as she continued shaking, tears sliding down her cheeks.
Seeing her like that only made the rage inside me grow worse. My breathing became heavier as I stared at the red mark forming on her face.
That good-for-nothing b***h.
How dare she do this? How dare she walk in here and put her hands on Cierra? She's pregnant, for crying out loud.
The thought alone made my blood boil.
I turned my attention toward Anabel as she slowly pushed herself back to her feet. Her eyes were red from crying, her hair slightly messy, and yet somehow, the first thing that came out of her mouth wasn't an apology. It wasn't regret. It wasn't even an explanation.
“Miles, you slapped me?” she said, her voice filled with disbelief.
I could hear how sho
