Regret Came Too Late

Andrea thought Grace was such a bitch.

"Andrea, let go of me!" Liam shouted.

But Andrea wouldn't. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she clung to Liam's arm. "My stomach hurts, too! How come you didn't care this much about me? I need painkillers just as much!"

She snatched the bottle out of his hand and, without hesitation, shoved all the pills into her mouth-only to spit them out seconds later.

She was pregnant. There was no way she'd actually swallow them, but the act of retching and spitting ruined the pills completely.

Liam's hands trembled with rage as he stared down at the destroyed medication. Then, he snapped. His hand lashed out, slapping her across the face.

In that moment, fury clouded his vision. He genuinely wanted to strangle her. Something dark twisted inside him as he stared her down. He grabbed his keys and stormed out the door without saying another word.

He'd go buy a new bottle himself—he didn't have time to deal with Andrea.

one hand cradling her stinging cheek. She'd been sure he'd comfort her,

This was exactly what Grace wanted,

Liam had

his fiancée, his future wife-the next matriarch of the Lambert family. Yet, he slapped

Andrea stomped upstairs

was curled up in bed, her face bloodless, barely aware

gut-wrenching pain. She

a sneer. "You're still pretending, huh? Liam's out buying you pain meds now. Feeling proud of yourself? Got what you wanted,

into the bathroom, filled a basin with cold water, and marched back to the bed. Without warning, she

you still

boiling over, burning hotter with every slap

She was already hanging on by a thread. Now, that icy water cut through her

was in front of her. She leaned over the edge of the bed, trying to throw up, but nothing

"See? I knew you were faking it.