I snapped my head up and shoved him off me. 

Stared him down, hoping—begging—for something. Anything. 

But he just looked away, eyes on the floor. Guilty as hell. 

I pointed at Rainee, my voice shaking. “So it’s true? You married her? Then what about me? What about our baby? You’re ditching your own kid to play dad to one that doesn’t even know who their real father is?” 

Before I could even finish, Rainee started sobbing. “My baby’s not a bastard! He has a dad!” 

Quentin freaked out. 

Then—he slapped me. 

The crack echoed. My cheek lit up like fire. 

He looked at me like I was nothing. Pulled his hand back like it didn’t just hit me. 

His eyes were cold, disgusted. “Vivienne Watson, have you completely lost it? Do you even realize how much damage your words could do to Rainee?” 

I didn’t know how much it could hurt her. All I knew was Quentin wasn’t the guy I used to love. 

I wiped the blood off my lip, the metallic taste thick in my mouth. 

Every time it came to Rainee, he lost it.