“I’m losing the baby!” I cried out in terror. “Call 911 right now!”
“No,” he snapped immediately.
He reached down, grabbed my phone out of my hand, and smashed it against the wall with all his strength.
“No ambulance. The neighbors will talk and gossip. I just made partner at the firm. I don’t need the police showing up at my house for some domestic accident.”
My heart sank into a dark void. In that horrific moment, I realized he cared significantly more about his reputation than he did about our child or my life. I reached toward him desperately.
“Please… Thomas…”
Instead of helping me up, he crouched down and grabbed my hair, forcing my head back so I had to look at him.
“Listen carefully,” he whispered in a low, dangerous tone. “I’m a lawyer. I know every single judge in this county. If you dare to accuse me of anything, I’ll have you declared mentally unstable and locked away.”
He smirked.
“You’re an orphan, remember? Who in the world would believe you over me?”
