Baby Bump vs Bomb: Watching Him Go Mad
I said coldly, watching the entire drama play out with a sense of pleasure in my heart.
"You finally know how to get angry at her now, don't you, Fabio Lopez? Where were you when I was struck by shrapnel in the belly? Where were you when my baby stopped breathing in a pool of its own blood?
"You were accompanying this woman, who had been plotting to kill Don Romero, out on a jewelry shopping spree."
At the mention of our baby, Fabio immediately stopped struggling. He lowered his head as his bloody tears dripped to the floor.
"Sirena… Just kill me," he said with a desolate sob. "Please, please, just give me a fast one. I have sinned, and I deserve to die—"