“You heard me,” he snapped. “Do you have any idea how much your mother’s shopping trip cost me? Six hundred dollars for a handbag. And now you’re piling on hospital bills because you couldn’t wait a few hours.”
Something inside me finally broke. Maybe it was the pain. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was three years of swallowing my words catching up to me.
“Greedy,” I shot back. “You’re the greediest, most selfish—”
He moved before I could finish. His hand shot out, gripping a fistful of my hair and jerking my head back. The slap rang through the room, loud and vicious. Bright flashes burst across my vision.
“Travis, stop!” Lauren shouted from somewhere behind him. But he wasn’t done. His face twisted with rage as he pulled back his fist and slammed it into my pregnant stomach.
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