Even though Kitty played dumb, he tore into her until there was nothing left.
And right in front of me, he blocked her on everything.
This time, it was real.
Kitty had been spoiled by his indulgence for too long. She couldn't accept it. She snapped completely.
The following evening at dusk, she had her people drag me to the rooftop terrace on the fifth floor and forced me to my knees.
One stiletto heel slammed into the side of my head. Blood poured down instantly.
"You conniving bitch. You're using that pregnancy to play the victim, aren't you? Deliberately driving a wedge between me and Darren!"
"You think he actually likes you? Let me tell you something. When I suggested using you as a breeding tool, he agreed without even blinking."
"Because he despises that pathetic little good-girl act of yours. Always so agreeable, never angry, like you're the most selfless person alive and the whole world owes you something."
"He wanted to let you believe you were at your happiest, and then drag you straight to hell. Watch you cry and beg. Rip that fake mask right off your face!"
Kitty pulled out a paring knife, her eyes burning with hatred, and pressed the blade against my belly.
"But I've changed my mind. There are plenty of women in this world who can have babies. Worst case, we'll just adopt one."
"You will never use a child to come between my husband and me. I'll gut it right now!"
The words barely left her mouth before a figure came sprinting across the rooftop.
He kicked her so hard she flew backward, the knife clattering out of her hand.
"Touch her one more time and see what happens!"
