“You monster! Why didn’t you just die in that fire? I should’ve dragged Sam out and left you to burn!” He loomed over me, his eyes full of pure hatred.
Brianna curled up in his arms and gave me a smug look.
I was too exhausted to argue. Blood was pooling beneath me, and the pain was so intense that I could barely manage to whisper, “Doctor… Call a doctor…”
Caleb sneered at my suffering. “A doctor? Did you ever think that if you’d killed them, they wouldn’t have had a chance to call one for themselves?”
I stared at him, tears stinging my eyes. He was over the moon about our baby before Brianna showed up. He’d even set up a nursery and picked out a name—Janet Holt.
Caleb always said giving our kid his last name and a name close to mine would be the best gift of all.
But now, as blood poured from me, he just turned away and covered Brianna’s eyes. “That’s gross. I don’t want you to see that.”
