I let out a bitter laugh, my chest burning with rage. “Wrong? You dare ask me that after you killed our daughter?”
His face twisted with frustration. “I didn’t kill her, Cassandra.”
“Yes, you did,” I hissed, taking a step closer. “You had a choice, Matteo! You chose Candice’s son over Amber. You let our baby die.”
He shook his head, rubbing a hand down his face. “It wasn’t that simple—”
“It was,” I cut him off. “It was exactly that simple. It was one kidney, one life to save. And you didn’t choose her.”
Candice shifted beside him, wrapping her arms protectively around her son. “Cassandra, please—”
I snapped my gaze to her, my blood boiling. “Don’t. Don’t you dare say my name like we’re still sisters.”
Tears welled in her eyes. “I didn’t mean for this to happen—”
“Oh, you never mean for anything, do you?” My voice dripped with venom. “You never meant to steal my fiancé. You never meant to take everything from me.”
She opened her mouth, but I didn’t let her speak.
“You should’ve been the one to die,” I whispered.
Candice flinched.
Matteo stepped between us. “That’s enough.”
I let out a breathless laugh. “Of course, you’d defend her. You always have.”
His hands curled into fists at his sides. “I was trying to save a child, Cassandra.”
“So was I!” I screamed. “But you didn’t care, did you? You just—” My voice broke. “You just let her go.”
Silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating.
Then, a sharp cry pierced the air.
Candice’s son.
Matteo’s body tensed immediately. He turned away from me like I wasn’t even there, moving toward the crib.
He scooped the boy up in his arms, cradling him gently, whispering soothing words as he rocked him back and forth.
The way he used to hold Amber.
I felt the breath get knocked out of my lungs.
For a split second, it was like she was still here. Like he was holding our daughter. But no—Amber was gone.
And this child, his son, had taken her place.
Something inside me shattered.
“I want a divorce,” I whispered.
Matteo didn’t even flinch.
Didn’t look at me.
Didn’t care.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “Did you hear me?”
Still, nothing.
That was my answer.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing back the tears that burned behind my eyes. I had already cried enough for him. For her.
I turned on my heel and stormed out.