Winter Hart
I moved towards the door, "Tristan, what the hell?" I exclaimed. His blue eyes were dark when he glared at me, and I stepped back.
"What the f**k are you wearing?" he demanded, his voice cold, and it sent shivers down my spine. Despite my fear, I was angry at his question.
"What the hell does it matter to you?" I spat. I jumped when he banged his palm on the door. My hand instinctively went to my lower belly.
"Are you even fuckin' pregnant, or are you doing this to hurt me?"
"You cheated on me," He stepped towards me, and I stepped back until my back was against the wall.
"I," he stammered.
I didn't let him finish, "I don't care, Tristan. You did what you did. You got another woman pregnant."
He caged me in, and fear gripped my throat as the urge to protect my child gr
