Lucian
I didn’t understand why she’d called Joey. Of all people.
If they were married, maybe it would make sense. But Joey? He was just one of many—another body she’d used to numb whatever emptiness she refused to face. And yet, there he stood beside her like he had a place here. He didn’t.
"What the f**k are you still doing here, Tina?" I asked, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the heavy silence. She flinched. Her eyes were swollen from crying, but it didn’t move me—not even a little.
Because this—all of this—was her fault.
Her selfishness. Her stunts. Her insatiable hunger for attention.
"Your need to be seen, to be pitied, to stay tethered to me—it led to this. I hope you're happy now," I said, the venom in my voice impossible to hide. "You tricked me into a pregnancy.
