Daphne’s POV
“Why are you doing this?” I spat, voice trembling with anger. “Aren’t you tired of being this way?”
Her smile was slow and twisted. “Tired?” she echoed, amused. “Why would I be tired of doing what makes me happy? Watching people suffer… that’s when I feel truly alive.”
My hands fumbled at the ropes binding me. They weren’t tied tightly—thank God. I clenched my teeth. “Haven’t you done enough to me already? You stole the life I was supposed to have with my family. And now you want to take my baby?” My voice cracked with rage. “You’re cruel. Wicked.”
She laughed—a sound sharp and unhinged. “You’re not listening. This is what makes me happy. Why wouldn’t I do what brings me joy?” Her eyes glinted with madness. “Originally, the plan was to have my man take you both out in that
