My mother sneered, “Scrub harder, parasite,” forcing my heavily pregnant wife to wash her feet while a doctor held a syringe. Instead of fighting my filming brother, I quietly carried my wife out of the mansion. They laughed and called me a coward, completely unaware that in just 15 hours…
choosing this gold-digger over your own family? Over your mother?”
I looked at the red, raw marks encircling Emily’s wrists, then at the syringe rolling harmlessly on the floor where Vance had dropped it. They were going to drug my pregnant wife. A cold, heavy fury settled over me, pushing out all panic and leaving only clinical clarity.
