Novel-novel oleh Foxy

“You heard me.” Her eyes were ice. “Apologize to her now.”“For what?” I looked at Cassia. She stood between my parents with her head down, looking small and fragile, the perfect victim. “For asking why she’s in your house? For asking why she’s—”“For everything,” my father cut in, his voice dripping with disgust. “For trying to kill her, for stealing her life, for—”“I didn’t try to kill her!” The scream tore out of me. “I’ve been telling you this for three years! I didn’t push her! She fell! It was an accident!”“Liar,” my mother hissed.“I’m not lying!” Desperation clawed at my throat. “I have evidence! The investigator found proof! If you’d just listen—”“We don’t want to hear your excuses.” My father’s expression was stone. “We’ve heard enough lies.”I looked at Cassia, begged her with my eyes to tell the truth.But she just stood there with tears streaming down her perfect face, playing her part.“Please,” I whispered. “Please just listen to me. Cassia is lying, she’s been lying

Humiliated and ashamed with tears streaming down my face, I ran out of the café as fast as I could.I forgot about the evidence, forgot about everything except getting somewhere safe.I drove toward my parents’ house, the place that had always been my refuge.Despite everything—despite the distance that had grown between us since I’d married Darius—they were still my parents.They’d take me in, protect me, tell me everything would be okay.When I pulled into their driveway, all the lights were on. Good, they were home.I wiped my face, trying to make myself presentable. My mother hated when I cried, said it made me look weak.Raised my hand to knock and the door swung open.Cassia stood there. In my parents’ house.Wearing comfortable clothes, soft sweater and jeans, her hair down and loose around her shoulders.Like she lived here. We stared at each other.“Brynn,” she said, her eyes widening in fake surprise. “I didn’t expect to see you.”“What are you doing here?” The words came ou

He sat on a white couch, looking relaxed and handsome in a tailored suit. And beside him, holding his hand—Cassia.“—so grateful to have her back,” Darius was saying, smiling at her with such warmth it made my chest ache. “I thought I’d lost her forever.”“And what about your wife?” the interviewer asked. “Brynn Haverton?”The smile dropped from Darius’s face.“That,” he said coldly, “will be handled soon.”The café felt too small, too bright and too loud. Everyone was staring at the television now, at Darius and Cassia, the perfect couple, sitting on that white couch like they belonged together, like they’d always belonged together.The interviewer leaned forward, her expression sympathetic. “I can imagine this is a complicated situation. Your wife—Brynn—she must be devastated.”Darius’s jaw tightened. “Brynn and I, our marriage was a mistake from the beginning.”A mistake.“How so?” the interviewer pressed.Darius glanced at Cassia. She gave him the smallest nod, her expression enc

I stood there waiting for him to take it back, waiting for him to realize what he’d just said.Abort it. Our child. Our baby.“Darius—” My voice broke.But he wasn’t even looking at me anymore. He was already moving toward the door, his jaw set, his eyes distant.“Darius, please!” I grabbed his arm. “Just listen to me. Please, we can—”He shook me off like I was nothing.“I don’t have time for this.” His voice was cold, empty. “Cassia’s out there alone, upset. Because of you.”“Because of me?” The words came out as a sob. “I didn’t do anything! I just came home—”“You exist.” He turned to face me, and the hatred in his eyes made me want to die. “That’s enough. Your very existence ruins everything good in my life.”Each word was a blade twisting deeper into my chest.“How can you say that?” Tears streamed down my face. “I’m your wife, I’m carrying your child—”“A child I never wanted.” He stepped closer, looming over me. “With a woman I never loved. Did you really think a baby would ch

My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I clutched the test results against my chest. Three years of trying, of hoping, of praying every single month only to be disappointed.But not this time. This time, the test was positive. I was pregnant with Darius’s child.A smile broke across my face despite the tears blurring my vision. This was what would finally fix us, what would make him look at me the way he used to, back before everything fell apart. Before Cassia.I pushed the thought away. Cassia was dead, and now I was carrying Darius’s baby. This would change everything.I practically ran up the front steps, my heart pounding. I couldn’t wait to see his face when I told him, couldn’t wait to watch the shock turn to joy.The front door was unlocked. I pushed it open, calling out. “Darius? I’m home! I have something to tell you—”The words died in my throat. Our bedroom door was open and through it, I could see him with a woman in his arms.His face was buried in her hair, his arms wrapped