Faye's POV
“What's with the sudden topic?” I responded warily.
“Well, Dwight said that if I’m with him, I won’t ever have to go through childbirth,” she replied, a faint smirk curling her lips. “Oh, and I’ve already met Phoebe. She likes me a lot.”
Her smugness was barely hidden, but it was enough to ignite my anger. “Don’t even think about getting near my child,” I warned, my voice sharp.
“That’s not up to you,” she shot back, her tone equally fierce.
The fury surged, and before I could stop myself, my hand flew to her cheeks.
I didn’t want to argue anymore, so I turned away and headed upstairs. But as I reached the stairs on the second floor, Lizzie suddenly rushed after me, grabbing my arm tightly.
Before I could react, she let out a dramatic gasp and flung herself backward, pretending I had shoved her down the stairs.
The front door swung open just then, and Dwight walked in, catching the scene at the worst possible moment.
“Faye, what the hell are you doing?!” he roared, his face twisting in fury and accusation.
He ran over to Lizzie, his hands trembling as he checked her injuries. “What happened to your face? Did she hit you?”
Lizzie, clutching her forehead, looked up with tears brimming in her eyes, her voice weak and pitiful. “Dwight, it’s bleeding... do you think it’ll leave a scar?”
Then, with a sob, she added, “I’m sorry, Dwight. I must have rubbed Faye the wrong way. I’ll pack my things and leave right away. Don’t worry about me.”
“Don’t say that. Let me take you to the hospital,” Dwight said gently, comforting her before turning to glare at me, his expression cold and venomous.
“Faye, if anything happens to her, you’ll pay for this,” he snapped before scooping her into his arms and heading out the door.
“I didn’t push her,” I said, my voice flat, devoid of emotion.
“Still lying? I saw it with my own eyes!” he barked. “If Lizzie hadn’t messaged me about forgetting some documents, I wouldn’t have even known you were capable of such cruelty. You’re nothing but a vicious woman!”
He didn’t care to hear my side of the story. To him, Lizzie’s words were undeniable truth.
It was clear that she had calculated everything, making sure I'd walked right into her flawless trap.
But what disappointed me was the years Dwight and I had been together. The six years of marriage were easily gone and crumbled under the weight of one moment. He believed an outsider over me, the woman who had stood by him for years.
That night, as I was about to fall asleep, Dwight stormed into the room, his icy demeanor sending chills down my spine.
“Get up. You’re coming with me to apologize to Lizzie,” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.
“I didn’t push her. What am I apologizing for?” I shot back, defiant.
“Stop playing innocent. I saw you push her with my own eyes,” he said, his voice laced with frustration. “Faye, how can you be so petty? She’s just a young girl, and you can’t even tolerate her.”
Ignoring my protests, he yanked me out of bed.
I barely had time to throw on a coat over my thin nightgown before he dragged me outside. The biting winter wind sliced through the fabric, making me shiver uncontrollably. But the cold outside was nothing compared to the ice spreading through my heart.
When we reached the hospital, he pulled me into Lizzie’s room and shoved me toward her bed.
“Apologize,” he demanded.
However, I only stood there silently, refusing to give in.
Seeing that, his patience snapped. “Faye, you pushed someone and you're not even going to apologize for it? What’s wrong with you?”
“Did you hear what she said to me yesterday?” I asked quietly.
“She was just joking around. Why take it so seriously?” he dismissed, as if it was nothing. “This is the last time I’m asking—apologize to Lizzie.”
I stared at him, the man I had loved and trusted, and felt an overwhelming wave of disappointment crash over me.
Without a word, I turned and was about to walk out of the room.
