Valentine’s Day Betrayal
I hated that this slap had come so late.
Ethan held his face, his smile frozen in place, but for once, he didn’t retaliate.
He crouched down, trying to press his cheek against my stomach.
I raised my hand and slapped him again.
My palm burned red, but I felt nothing.
“Was I not clear enough, or are you just not listening?
“Our baby is gone. I had a miscarriage!
“He was three months old—a fully formed fetus! But before he could see this world, you, his father, destroyed him!