“Perhaps, Mrs. Havilliard, there’s a better way to handle this than embarrassing your husband like this?”
The sheer audacity of it made me want to scream. To raise my hand and slap that smug smile off her fucking face. But before it connected, Rhysand grabbed my wrist, his grip like wet lead.
“Let go of me!” I snarled, blinded by rage and tears. “You chose her! Even after everything!”
Rhysand, his face stormy, ignored me. He spoke instead to Calista in a gentle voice. “Take Christain to the car, I’ll be there in a minute.” Calista flashed me a sly smile before faking a docile look. She dropped a kiss on Christain’s lips and he easily went into her arms. My scream died in my throat as they soon disappeared from sight.
Suddenly, I realized every single eye in the park was on me. Humiliation burned and singed me raw, making more tears slide down. With a jerk, I wrenched my arm free of Rhysand’s grasp.
“We need to fucking talk,” he stated in a voice tight with a controlled fury and waved his hand towards a secluded-looking grove of trees at the edge of the park. “Why are you doing this, Athena? Why? You suddenly wanted to move back to the city. I didn’t refuse your wish! You wanted a black card, so I handed you one! What else do you fucking want from me? I give you everything and you humiliate me at every turn.”
“What do I want?” I choked out as a brittle laugh bubbled at the back of my throat. “I want my baby back ! My baby!”
The blood drained from his face and his hand shakily moved to touch my belly. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I had a fucking miscarriage and you didn’t even fucking know!” I screamed at the top of my voice, trembling as cold plunged into my soul.
