Game Over, Mr. Devoss: Your Wife Is Gone
“How could you say that to me? After everything?”
He let out a harsh laugh. “What about the baby, Isla? Was that real? Or just part of your plan too?”
I gasped, my chest tightening painfully. “Jaxon, stop…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. That was a low blow, a really low blow.
But he didn't. “What if that miscarriage wasn’t even real? What if you were pretending just to—”
“Stop!” I yelled, my voice shaking. “How could you–how could you say that to me? You’re talking about our child, Jaxon. Do you even hear yourself right now?”