Caroline's pov
“Peter, that’s not true!” I shouted, my voice cracking as I tried to pull my arm free from his iron grip. “I buried our son with my own hands. Call the hospital or something. I was the only one standing in the rain that day while you were busy playing hero for Cerene. How dare you call me a liar after everything you’ve put me through?”
Peter’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitching.
He glanced down at the papers I’d shoved into his hands moments earlier, then back up at me, breathing hard like he was fighting to keep control.
“You are a very good actor Caroline...I admire your skills. You deserve an Oscar.“ He seethed, his nose flaring.
Cerene pout her lip and hovered just behind him with one hand clutching his sleeve while the other
