Xavier pulled her into his arms without hesitation, stroking her hair as if comforting a frightened child. Then, he turned to me, eyes burning with anger.
“Summer, I know you hate me, but Wendy is innocent. She’s been through so much, yet she still came to check on Lucas.
“You don’t have to be grateful, but at least don’t be so cruel.”
I laughed. A bitter, hollow sound.
He wanted me to believe Wendy was innocent?
Just days ago, she had come to me, looking down at me with disdain, her voice dripping with arrogance.
“Summer Carter, so what if you had his child? Do you really think that matters? One word from me, and your son won’t live to see another day.”
I had ignored her then, thinking she wasn’t worth my time.
But now, I realized the joke was on me.
I grabbed the fruit basket and threw it onto the floor. Then, without hesitation, I hurled the baby bottle in my hand at Wendy.
She let out a cry of pain and immediately hid behind Xavier.
“Xavier, I’m scared…”
Xavier quickly pulled her behind him, kicking the broken glass aside. His face darkened with fury.
“Summer Carter, are you insane?
“Wendy was scared enough as it is, yet she still came to see you first. And this is how you treat her?
“I get that you and Lucas have suffered, and I told you I’d make it up to you. So why are you acting so unreasonable?”
I looked at him, my heart devoid of emotion.
“Unreasonable? She came to ‘see me’ and brought mangoes.
“Xavier, have you forgotten? I’m allergic to mangoes.”
Xavier froze. For the first time, doubt flickered across his face.
Guilt flashed in his eyes, but he still forced himself to speak.
“Even so, that doesn’t mean you can throw things at Wendy. She’s innocent.
“I’ll let this go this time. But if you keep acting like this, we’re getting a divorce.”
I let out another cold laugh and cut him off before he could say more.
“Divorce? We never even registered our marriage, Xavier.”
“Xavier, consider this your official notice—we’re done. For good.”
