Ricky turned to snap at me, but Miley stopped him with her usual act. She leaned against his shoulder, all soft and fragile, and threw me this fake-innocent look.
"Christina, you're misunderstanding me and Ricky. He's just helping me because I'm all alone. Don't get the wrong idea—if anyone's to blame, it's me."
Her little performance only boosted Ricky's ego.
"Christina, if you were half as understanding as Miley, I'd be content. But no, here you are, still throwing a fit. My patience is running out!"
I laughed bitterly. "Your patience? What about mine?"
Then I grabbed the nearest vase and smashed it. Next was a figurine. Then a painting. One by one, I destroyed everything in that room.
Miley screamed in shock while Ricky grabbed my arm and dragged me out like he was scared I'd hurt that bitch.
"Have you completely lost your mind?" he yelled.
"Not yet!" I snapped, jerking my arm free.
"Let me make this clear, Ricky—as long as we're still married, everything in Miley's apartment that you bought is considered our shared property. If I feel like breaking it, I will!"
"If you won't divorce me, I'll make sure that bitch is going to live in hell every single day!"
"Enough!"
Ricky raised his hand to hit me again. I dodged, but he shoved me hard.
I fell, my stomach slamming against the table's edge. Pain shot through me, sharp and dull at the same time.
I cried out, and for a moment, he froze.
It looked like he was about to reach for me, but then the maid's voice rang out from the other room.
"Sir! Miss Miley fainted!"
Ricky forgot about about me this time. He ran straight into the bedroom, scooped up Miley, and rushed out the door without glancing at me like he was so scared it'd be too late to save that bitch.
I stayed on the floor, cold sweat covering me. And then, I felt something warm trickle down my legs. It felt like something was slipping away from my body.
The maid came back out, saw me, and froze. She was so scared that she instantly called 911.
At the hospital, Ricky had just settled Miley in her room. He walked to the front desk to pay her bill, but before he could, he noticed a stretcher being rushed out of the emergency room.
The bedsheet was soaked in blood, a dark, horrifying stain.
"Patient fainted. Heavy bleeding. Possible miscarriage!" a nurse called out.