Blanche’s face was blank, cold as stone. “This has nothing to do with you.”
“You left me, and the moment you did, you went to another man and had his child?” Eddy’s voice shook with disbelief. How could he possibly accept this?
They’d been in love for ten years—an entire decade. How was it possible that she could leave Laney and immediately have a child with someone else?
Laney loved him. She would never betray him.
Blanche met Eddy’s gaze. All she could think of was the way Mamie’s eyes, the curve of her brow, echoed his features. Her heart, already bruised, ached all over again.
But Mamie was Mamie.
And Eddy was Eddy.
“You slept with Jeannette while we were still married and fathered an illegitimate daughter. Why shouldn’t I find someone else to love after leaving you—and have his child?” Blanche’s voice trembled, but she forced herself to meet his eyes, every word cutting like a cold blade.
“Darling, please—let me explain.”
“Explain?” Blanche let out a bitter laugh. “Explain how you lied to me, how you manipulated everyone to keep me in the dark? How you stole what my mother left me? How you murdered my child without a shred of remorse?”
“Go ahead, Eddy. Tell me—explain it all.”
He couldn’t. The truth was, he’d done every single thing she accused him of.
He tried to pull her into his arms, speaking in that soft, coaxing voice he’d used so many times before. “Sweetheart, I’d never hurt you. Everything I did—I did for you.”
“Please, you have to believe me. No one could ever love you more than I do.”
Blanche bit down hard on his shoulder. The tighter he held her, the harder she bit.
They clung to each other in a silent, desperate struggle.
Suddenly, Eddy felt something warm and wet. He caught Blanche’s small hand—her palm was smeared with blood.
She’d bitten his shoulder, but her nails had dug deep into her own flesh.
The blood was hot, scalding—Eddy felt as if it seared straight through to his heart.
He released her in a panic. “Honey.”
“If you’re angry, hit me, scream at me—just don’t hurt yourself.”
He was terrified—truly terrified.
“I don’t want to see you right now.”
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