He was glad the baby died. Why did it feel like her heart was being ripped by what she knew already? Why did it hurt so much? She should not care. Abrielle told herself over and over again. After all, it was the same thing she wanted.
"You were glad I lost the baby," she repeated; a part of her hoped maybe he would take the word back, but he didn't. "More than everything. You can't carry my child, Abrielle; we will just have to be careful next time not to..." Cedric's words were cut off. The sharp sound of skin striking against each other echoed and time seemed to have stopped.
Abrielle had slapped him, she could not control her rage but slap him. Was she crazy to have done that knowing the type of person he was? Cedric was stunned by the look in her eyes. He has never seen her that angry before.