Vincent died trying to save Ryan, and now Fiona had paid the price too. Maybe my family was just cursed when it came to them.
If I could turn back time, I'd choose to never have met Ryan or David at all.
After moving out of David's place, I found myself back in the old, run-down apartment where I grew up with my parents.
Back then, we were a happy trio, but now, I was all alone.
A few days later, as I was getting ready to head out for a prenatal checkup, I swung open the door and came face to face with David, his eyes blazing with anger.
He shoved me aside, and I stumbled, falling to the ground. I instinctively cradled my belly, the pain making my face go pale.
Freya followed him in, casting me a look that was part amusement, part disdain.
Once inside, David searched the apartment, then turned to me, his voice booming. "Where's your mother? Tell her to come out and face me!"
I glared at him, my anger boiling over. "This is my home, not your playground. Get out with Freya right now, or I'd call the cops."
David sneered, "Your mother did something utterly insane. If it weren't for Freya being so kind, she'd be the one getting arrested today."
I shot back, "My mom hasn't done anything wrong. Why should she apologize?"
Freya stepped forward, tears brimming in her eyes. "Ada, I know you're jealous of how David treats me, but you can't just order your mom to sneak in and switch my medication. Don't you realize that kind of thing can kill someone?"
I stared at them, bewildered. "What medication are you talking about? I have no idea what you're accusing my mom of."
David's glare was sharp enough to cut. "You're still trying to play innocent? A couple of days ago, your mother snuck into Freya's room while she was out and swapped her medication for treating her anemia. The security footage caught it all. Last night, Freya collapsed and ended up in the hospital—all thanks to your mom."
With that, David tossed his phone at me, the video playing out in front of my eyes.
A woman in Fiona's clothes, her face and hair obscured by a scarf, walked steadily into Freya's room. The camera only caught her at the door, but when she emerged, she was holding a bottle of Freya's medication.
I burst out laughing, disbelief washing over me.