“Save the act,” he sneered. “First thing when we get back, you’re getting an abortion. Then pack your shit and get out of my company.”
The rest of us employees exchanged glances, silently agreeing to enjoy the show.
Undeterred, Kim’s hand flow to her stomach. “Cullen… I think I’m miscarrying.
That worked and got a reaction. Cullen’s Ence twitched–just enough for Kim to pounce,
Then, with viper–quick precision, she redirected his rage toward me.
“It’s Elena’s fault Her finger jabbed in my direction.
“If she’d brought enough antivenom, we wouldn’t have been poisoned! Wouldn’t have purned on each other!”
“This was her plan all along–to make you kill our baby!”
I nearly laughed aloud at the audacity.
But Cullen–predictable, pathetic Cullen–took the bait.
“Elena..” His voice dripped with disgust. “I never thought you’d sink this low.
“I want a divorce.”
I shrugged. “Fine.”
The shock on his face was priceless. He’d expected rears, begging–not this calm acceptance from the woman who’d once worshipped him. After docking, while I handled the mountain of neglected company work, Cullen played devoted nursemaid to Kim for five straight months. Only when doctors forcibly discharged them did they emerge arms permanently paralyzed from the venom, nothing but useless decoration. Naturally, they blamed me. Their first act of vengeance? Storming into what used to be Cullen’s office with all the gravitas of a dethroned monarch, I intercepted them at the door.
“Mr Tucker,” I said sweetly, “you’re in the wrong room.”
1 gestured to the janitor’s closet.
“That’s your new office. Better get yourself familiar with moppling procedures–we deduct pay for streaks.”
