“Fairness is a funny concept for someone who trapped a successful man with a convenient pregnancy,” she said while looking me over with pure disgust. She told me I should be thankful he had not cut me off completely the moment I decided to move out of the estate.
Something inside of my spirit finally cracked under the weight of her insults. “Do not speak about my child or my intentions,” I said with a voice that shook but remained audible.
Tiffany’s smug smile vanished instantly as she stepped toward me with a speed that I could not have anticipated. The slap landed across my face with a sound so sharp that it seemed to stop time for everyone in the room.
My cheek burned with a stinging heat, and I felt the metallic taste of blood inside my mouth. I instinctively moved my hand to protect my stomach before I even realized what had actually happened.
