ISABELLE
“Wh—why did you—”
“How dare you?” Aurora’s voice cracked, her lips trembling. “How dare you lay your hands on me?” She was still pressing her palm to her cheek, eyes bright with tears she was fighting to hold back.
“Because a b***h deserves to be treated like one.”
“You hit a pregnant woman,” she breathed, “because I confronted you with your own dirty secret? You’re insane—you actually—”
“I should have done this a long time ago,” I said. My voice was steadier than I felt.
She opened her mouth—then stopped. Her eyes flicked past me, and something shifted in her expression. The tears didn’t disappear. They just changed.
Fear turned calculating in the space of a breath.
“Dave!” she screamed.
I spun around.
Dave was crossing the car park from the direction of his car, brow
