His jaw clenched. He pointed at me. "How can you be this selfish? You know Bianca's pregnant and can't be under stress, and you still have to start something?"
"I'm pregnant too! Do you have to side with her no matter what?"
I stared straight into his eyes.
He didn't answer. He didn't even look at me again.
"Drag her to the operating room. Now. I want that thing gone today."
His voice left no room for appeal.
I stared at him.
I had known for a long time that there was nothing left between us. But I never imagined, not even in my worst dreams, that he wouldn't care about the baby either.
"Let go of me!"
I fought with everything I had, but two bodyguards pinned me down.
In the struggle my lower back slammed hard against something solid.
Warmth flooded down my inner thigh, and the pain hit so fast my legs buckled under me.
"Fred… it hurts. Please."
I reached for him, begging.
Something flickered behind his eyes. Then Bianca screamed again.
"Fred, I'm bleeding too!"
She clutched her stomach.
His face changed in an instant. He scooped Bianca up into his arms.
"Get me a doctor. Now. Move!"
He carried her away without looking back.