Chapter 11
Ray’s face lights up the moment she sees him, like a drowning bitch spotting a lifeline. I thought Marcus was done with her sorry ass, but here he is, rushing
back.
When his eyes find my face, they fill with tears. Fucking crocodile tears.
I figure he’s here to beg for forgiveness, but I don’t even bother acknowledging
him.
But before I can walk past, this asshole actually drops to his knees right there in front of everyone.
He starts slapping himself, blubbering his pathetic apologies: “I’m sorry, I just saw your medical records. That day… why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was right downstairs in my office. I swear I didn’t know what happened, or I’d
never have left you alone. I thought you were just checking in for delivery. I was
with patients…”
First time I’ve ever seen the great Dr. Bennett on his knees in public. But instead of
touching my heart, it just makes me want to vomit.
“Patients? You mean your precious first love and her paper cut? That was more
important than your wife and baby fighting for their lives?”
“Get the fuck out of my way,” I snarl.
My voice could cut glass. Marcus doesn’t move an inch, just keeps slapping himself harder, like some twisted performance. Maybe he thinks this little show will melt my heart, make me forgive him.
Once upon a time, maybe it would have worked. But now? All I feel is raw hatred. His whole act is fucking laughable.
When I don’t react, he finally stops his drama and looks up: “Where I kicked you… is it okay?”
Okay? Is he serious? My lower back feels like it’s shattered. I just had fucking
surgery…
But none of this is his problem anymore.
I don’t even look at him. “Move your ass.”
This time he finally shifts aside.
As the cops lead Rav past him, she starts whimpering his name begging like a 1/2
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scared puppy. But Marcus just stares through her like she’s nothing. That’s new.
I get in the police car, notice Marcus following im his BMW. When we hit the station, he parks and comes in. Fine. Let him see what hits precious Ray really is.
In the interrogation room, Ray lights up when she sees him. Starts playing
innocent all over again, batting those fake lashes.
But this time? Marcus doesn’t even glamce her way. His eyes are locked on my face, burning with guilt and something else II can’t read…
Just as I’m about to tell him where to shove this guilty conscience, the cops pull up a different security tape. The garage footage from that day.
The crystal–clear image plays im slow motion. There’s Ray, shoving me from behind with both hands. Then my body falling, my pregnant belly slamming into that concrete step like a hammer hitting glass.
Ray’s eyes go wide with terror. Even her expensive foundation can’t hide how pale she’s going. This isn’t the “broken” camera she was counting on.
Her chin starts trembling as she stammers: “But… but the cameras were… they were supposed to be down that day…”
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