Damian spat the words at me, vicious and cold. Not a trace of the old tenderness remained. He didn't seem to care at all that I was pregnant, that I was his wife.
The death of the heart is a miserable thing to feel.
Not that it surprised me. Damian never had a heart to begin with.
"I put up the capital for this company. It belongs to me too. Is there some reason I'm not allowed to come and take a look?"
If the man had no heart, then I'd go straight for his.
Damian's face was thunderous. "Well, you've looked. Now you can go home. You're pregnant. You should be resting, not wandering around. Whatever it is, it can wait until after the baby is born."
After the baby was born. Right. That was when he'd arrange to have my heart carved out and transplanted into his other son. Or maybe his b
