From Ayor's Perspective:
"Damn, it's that bitch—Alexander's ex-fiancée. Shit, I just remembered."
I thought as I studied her exhausted face. She held the knife in a way that left me no room to escape her grip. We both looked to be in the final months of our pregnancies. Honestly, I felt a pang of sympathy for her. For God's sake, what does she want now?
"Edward, where are you? I can't hurt her because she's pregnant, but..."
Before I could think about twisting her arm, my eyes landed on the liquid trickling down her legs. Damn. She was bleeding.
"Listen to me. I don't know how you ended up like this, but if you don't calm down, your condition will get worse. Do you really want your baby to suffer? Tell me, what did that child do to deserve this?"
My voice trembled, tears welling in my eyes. I truly pitied her. Her hands shook as she finally realized what was happening to her body.
"Ah… damn…"
