“Get ready,” I said sharply. “You’re coming with me!” “No,” Regina cut me off, hugging herself with her arms. Two steps—and I was standing right in front of her. I leaned my palms against the wall, trapping her in the ring of my arms.
“Yes, Regina! Now you’ll gather your things and come with me. I don’t care about anything—do you hear me?” I whispered, bending toward her. “You’re mine. And you’ve always been mine. You’ll divorce, and I’ll forget that ten years ago you didn’t want to give birth to my child…”
She snapped her head up, swung… A clap—but I didn’t feel any pain. I only saw blue eyes that were throwing lightning, and I didn’t understand anything.
“Regina…” My voice went hoarse.
“Did you have an abortion then? This is Kapatsky’s story. Not a light one! Contains explicit profanity.