"Louisa."
"I don't love you anymore."
Justin stroked Odette's belly with a gentle hand.
"I love Odette, and I love our unborn child. Whether you agree to the divorce or not, I'm giving her the rest of my life."
He took Odette's hand and said to her, "Let's go home."
I watched Odette nod like an obedient little thing, following Justin to the foyer. At the door, she turned back and shot me a look of pure contempt, a smile so sharp it stung my eyes.
And I remembered.
The night I caught them. The hotel room. Justin on top of her. I'd lost my mind the same way, charging at Odette, ready to claw her face off, ready to tear her apart, ready to destroy the woman who was ripping my family to shreds.
But Justin grabbed me. Shoved me hard.
My lower back slammed into the sharp corner of a table. What followed my scream was the hot rush of blood between my legs, and Odette's voice.
"Louisa."
"I'm not breaking up with Justin."
"I love him."
"I'm staying with him for the rest of my life."
"No matter what that makes me."
......
"Justin."