Without a word, he raised his hand and slapped me across the face. He put everything into it. My ear rang, a single high note that drowned out the corridor.
"You know Bianca is pregnant. When did you become this vicious?"
I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and stared at him.
I'd loved him for seven years, and not once—not once—had he ever been that gentle with me.
"Fred, the baby in your mistress's belly counts as a child, but the one in mine doesn't?"
I dug the pregnancy report out of my bag and threw it in his face.
He froze. Then the color drained from his expression.
He picked up the report, and as he read it, his face went completely cold.
"Who told you you could get pregnant?"
His voice dropped low. His eyes locked onto my abdomen.
"Bianca's due date comes first. My firstborn has to be legitimate. It has to come from her."
"Someone with your genes doesn't deserve to breed for the Delgado family."
"This baby cannot stay."
The words were so absurd they barely sounded real.
"Fred, I'm your wife!"
I couldn't stop the words from tearing out of me.
People in the corridor had stopped to stare. Bianca saw the audience forming and immediately clutched her stomach.
"Fred, it hurts…"