"I only asked her to make me a coffee. She tampered with it on purpose. She wants to kill my baby..."

"That's not true! Drew, listen to me!"

I was shaking all over, stumbling a step closer, my voice cracking into something raw.

"I made the coffee the same way I always do—I didn't add anything! She just collapsed, she knocked the cup off herself—it wasn't me!"

"Test the coffee if you don't believe me. I swear I didn't do this."

I tried to get closer to him, tried to make him see through Zelda's act.

But the way Drew looked at me, it was like I was something unforgivable.

He let out a cold laugh, every word dripping with contempt:

"Willow, I watched her drink what you made and collapse right in front of me. You want me to believe you? Jealousy is one thing, but going after the baby inside her—how vicious can you be?"

"I didn't! I have never tried to hurt anyone!"

Something clenched around my chest so hard I couldn't breathe.

"We've been together all these years. Do you really think I'm capable of that?"

He wasn't listening. He couldn't see anything except Zelda's pain, Zelda's tears.

He stood slowly, something dangerous pressing down from every direction, and came toward me one step at a time.

I backed away on instinct and slammed into the edge of a table. Nowhere left to go.

"Since you enjoy hurting people so much, you should pay for it."

His gaze dropped to my right hand, still raised to plead my case, and something in his eyes went cold and vicious.

Before I could pull away, he lifted his foot and stomped down hard on my right index finger.

I heard the bone crack—a sharp, clear snap—and then pain ripped through my whole body at once.

Cold sweat soaked through my back instantly. It rolled down my temples, my cheeks.

I could feel the bone in my finger, broken, and the pain had me shaking so hard I couldn't stop.

Tears poured down my face before I even registered them.

I crouched on the floor, biting down on my lip until I tasted blood.

I looked up at Drew through blurred, tear-soaked vision, and even through the blur, I could see his face perfectly. Cold. Indifferent. Nothing.

Beside him, Zelda was still performing her part, soft concern laced through her voice:

"Drew, I'm sure Ms. Fox didn't mean it. Please, don't hurt yourself being angry on my account."

But the satisfaction in her eyes—she couldn't hide that no matter how hard she tried.