“You poisoned her and my son?!” he roared, pointing a shaking finger at me. “If anything happens to her...”
His voice broke into something monstrous.
“You’ll pay for it.”
"I promise, I didn’t do anything," I told his right hand.
My eyes followed the fading trail of my husband's car. He left immediately to be with Sasha after confronting me. He wants me to admit something I didn’t do. He even sent Desmond to force it out of me.
“Even I don’t believe you could do that, Luna Rose,” Desmond muttered quietly.
My chest cracked as I felt the pain behind my back from where Darius pinned me to the wall earlier. The bruises were worse now, especially on my arms and neck where he grabbed me.
"Alpha wasn't like this before. Did he really hurt you?" Desmond asked, voice full of disbelief.
I faced him with an embarrassed smile. They knew how gentle Darius used to be, he never let me get so much as a scratch. That was the kind of husband he was, until I lost our first child. He died with that baby, even if he kept breathing. He never even knew about the second one I lost after I saw him with another woman. He said he needed a son, an heir, through Sasha.
“I’m so sorry. I’ll try my best to counsel him,” Desmond offered.
I shook my head. “I used to believe my husband died. This is nothing to me,” I lied again.
I left him there and went inside. The council was already present, investigating the poisoning. I gave them my statement. I even suggested they ask the maid. But what’s the point? They all saw me preparing the food. Did they think they saw me put something in it?
I let out a shaky breath.
By nightfall, I assumed Darius would stay at the hospital with Sasha. I was pouring my herbal medicine to help me sleep when he barged into the room beside ours.
“Is that the poison you used on her?” he accused, his voice low and threatening.
Pain rose in my chest, but I forced it down.
“Who would I poison next then?” I said quietly. “Myself?”
I stirred the contents of the glass and raised it to show I would drink it. But he lunged at me, snatching the glass and throwing it against the wall. Shards flew past my face. One nearly cut my neck.
I let out a shriek. It was too violent.
“What will you do now? Kill yourself to escape the guilt?”
“No!” I shouted. How dare he say that? “You think her presence here is enough to make me a murderer? That I would take my life for something I didn’t do?”