Elena felt a wave of nausea at Damien’s cruel words. Each accusation pierced through her already shattered heart like a thousand jagged shards. He trusted every poisonous whisper from Avery, yet wouldn’t even allow her a chance to defend herself.
Cold water rushed down her face, flooding her mouth and nose. She coughed and gasped for air, her body trembling violently as she choked. For a fleeting second, she thought it might be easier to just stop struggling—to let the pain drown her once and for all.
But instinctively, her hand went to her belly. No… I can’t die. Not now. Not with my baby inside me.
Before she could gather her breath, Damien yanked her up roughly by the arm and flung her across the floor. She hit the ground hard, her body curling up like a broken doll. The cold marble
