The last time he had been this furious was when his mother, disgusted by his ruthless ways, forced me to break up with him. To keep me, he had thrown her into the Red-Light District, driving her insane.
The day I crippled his father, Ethan wasn’t angry—he was thrilled.
“Yes, Anna, that’s it. Be as crazy as me, as blood-soaked as me. Then no one can say we’re not a perfect match.”
And now, he’d fallen for some pure little angel?
My fingertip traced the edge of the blade as I laughed.
“I gave you the chance. You wouldn’t do it yourself. Since husband and wife are one, I’ll do it for you. Tsk. Now your little darling has no way out—except to crawl like a dog.”
“Judging from the look on your face, Mr. Carter, are you going to fight for your sweetheart? Don’t you dare back down.”
The sound of shattering glass filled the room.
Smiling, I locked eyes with Ethan and pressed a sharp shard against his elbow, slicing through skin.
The room reeked of blood.
His pained gasps, mixed with Grace’s screams, were music to my ears.
Several of his men raised their guns, all black barrels aimed at me.
I only shrugged, unfazed, as my hand inched closer toward his artery.
“Tell me, Ethan—have you lost enough blood to write an obituary for your bastard?”
Ethan’s black eyes bore into me, unreadable.
Moments later, the knife clattered to the floor.
He laughed, then turned and slapped his men across the face.
“You think you’re worthy of pointing a gun at my wife? Put those down!”
He glanced at the gaping wound on his arm, almost down to the bone, then looked back at me.
“Got it all out of your system yet?
Anna, we’re still husband and wife. I’ll let it go this time. Next time you go crazy, think carefully about who you’re targeting.”
Mr. Harris came forward with a tray, carrying the fetus that had just been taken from Grace.
I smashed the tray into Ethan’s face.
“Take your dog and your bastard—and get out.”
Ethan scooped Grace into his arms, his eyes flicking to the thin cut across my neck.
I had been so exhilarated earlier that I nearly lost my chance to slice him open myself.
The blade had left a shallow red mark across my throat.
He reached out as if to touch it, but I pulled away.
“Some dirty diseases can be transmitted through blood. Don’t contaminate me.”
He ignored the curse in my words.