In that moment, Justin wished more than anything he could go back in time and slap his past self—twice, hard.
Haley had carried their children through months of pregnancy, not once complaining. And what had he been doing back then?
Hurting her. Pressuring her. Locking her up just to keep her from leaving.
She had been pregnant with twins. Carrying one child was already exhausting. Two? That was pure self-sacrifice.
Now he was like a man punishing himself, forcing those memories on repeat, letting them cut deeper and deeper until the pain reached the bone. And still, it wasn't enough.
“This has nothing to do with you.” Haley’s voice was cold, making it clear she had no interest in continuing the conversation.
“Instead of lingering in my house, you should be out preparing for your mother’s funeral. After all, she did carry you for nine months and bring you into this world.”
Without waiting for a response, she stepped around him and went upstairs.
“Haley, I…”
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