Chapter 6
He kept babbling like that forever, but couldn’t land a single excuse.
So I spelled it out for him, sharp as a blade. “You just loved Rainee more.”
He froze–then started slamming his head against the wall, over and over, the thuds echoing.
Out in the hallway, the noise must’ve carried. Cecilia and Rainee barged in.
They shoved the door open and stopped dead. There I was, covered in blood. Quentin looked wrecked.
Rainee rushed me and shoved hard.
I hit the floor like dead weight. The abortion had already wrecked me, and now a deep red streak followed me down the tile.
Quentin’s eyes went wide. He staggered toward me, but Cecilia yanked him back.
“Don’t, Quentin. She deserved it for what she did to you,” she snapped, pure venom in her voice.
Rainee threw herself between us like some guard dog. “Try touching him again, Vivienne, and I swear–you’re dead.”
Even with pain ripping through me, I smiled.
I finally got it–there was something real between Rainee and Quentin, something I’d never been able to touch. He gave up his own kid for her. She’d risk everything to shield him.
“You two make a great team,” I said. “Guess I was the idiot trying to wedge myself in.”
Rainee lifted her chin like she’d won. “Obviously. Quentin and I are soulmates.”
But before she could gloat any harder-
Quentin broke free from Cecilia like a man unhinged and dropped to his knees in front of me.
His hands shook like crazy as he tried to pick me up, but he was so wrecked he couldn’t even do that.
I let out a cold laugh. “You can quit the act. Everyone’s watching. The baby’s gone. Isn’t that what you wanted? No more pressure.
You’re free.”
His head dropped. Silent sobs shook his shoulders.
