Linton’s sharp brows knitted together. “Liliana, I can’t leave you like this.”
Afraid of angering her, he quickly added in a placating tone, “Your emotional state isn't stable right now. Your family and I are all very worried about you.”
“Liliana, I promise, as soon as you safely deliver the baby, I’ll disappear. I’ll never show up in front of you or our daughter again, okay?”
His voice was almost pleading, his tone humble and cautious.
He couldn't get the image out of his head—of finding her curled up in the rocking chair, a tiny, lost soul, completely vacant. The memory alone was enough to make his heart clench in agony.
Liliana glared at him, repeating a single word: “Out.”
Linton said nothing, remaining silent.
Let her yell.
If cursing at him helped her release her anger, she could say whatever she wanted. She could treat him like a stray dog on the street for all he cared.
As long as...
As long as she didn't go back to being that empty shell in the rocking chair, devoid of life, a sight that tore him apart.
If she could yell at him, at least she was alive.
Engaging her emotions would stop her from spiraling, from dwelling on what happened with Matthew, from getting lost in her dark thoughts.
But Liliana didn't want to see Linton.
The sight of him was agonizing.
It wasn't just because of what he had done in the past. It was because seeing him was a constant, searing reminder.
She had gotten Matthew killed.

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