Her thirst for vengeance
Larry stepped forward with that gentle, earnest expression of his.
“I truly admire your strength, Ivonne,” he said warmly. “Agreeing to the wedding under these circumstances… you’re braver than you realize.”
“Thank you,” I murmured, unsure how to feel.
“But,” Larry added suddenly, lowering his voice, “you must also be careful.”
“Careful?” I repeated, confused.
He nodded, serious now—far more serious than I’d ever seen him.
“You must make sure,” Larry said quietly, “that you never ever get pregnant for Hector.”