For a moment, the world tilted. I froze, processing his words. Then, slowly, a strange laugh escaped me—soft at first, then louder, until it filled the room.
“Well,” I said, wiping a tear from my cheek, “are they alive?”
Nathan’s face twisted in disbelief. “What the hell is wrong with you? So, you dare hurt her?” he shouted, pacing furiously. “Even asking your bastard brother just to get revenge because you’re mad? You’re the one who fall down—”
I looked at him calmly, my voice steady now. “So what? Who cares about them?”
He grabbed my arm, furious. “You’ll pay for this!”
“Why would I?” I said, meeting his eyes. “I’m your wife… Or was it because all this time, you’ve been having an affair with my stepsister?”
“Why would I?” I said, meeting his eyes. “I’m your wife… or was it because all this time, you’ve been having an affair with my stepsister?”
For a second, Nathan froze. His eyes narrowed, the fury in them dulling into something colder, something I couldn’t read. “What are you talking about?” he said flatly, though the flicker of guilt in his gaze was enough of an answer.
He exhaled, as if the argument had drained him. Before he could say another word, the door opened quietly. Mr. Santos, our butler, stepped in, his expression nervous.
“Sir,” he said carefully, glancing at both of us. “Miss Amber and young Lorenzo are finally fine. They’ve been taken to the hospital, and they are asking for you.”
Nathan’s eyes shifted back to me, sharp again. “We’re not done, Emerald. Got it?”
Before I could respond, he gestured to the guards standing by the door. “Lock her up. She doesn’t leave this room until I say so.”
My body tensed. “Nathan—”
But the men didn’t hesitate. The door slammed shut, and the sound of the lock sliding into place echoed like a sentence.
For a long while, I just sat there. The silence pressed in, thick and heavy, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioner and my own heartbeat.
My leg still ached from the fracture, and the bruise on my cheek burned where his hand had struck me earlier. Thankfully, my baby is still alive. Though, I don’t know how long I should keep the baby. Should I?
My mind drifted—back to where it all started.