# Noah Lancaster's POV#
Chloe scrambles backward on the hardwood floor, her hand pressed against her reddening cheek. Her eyes are wide with shock and something I've never seen before - genuine fear.
"You hit me," she whispers.
"You killed my child."
"It wasn't a child yet—"
"Don't." My voice comes out low and dangerous. "Don't you dare try to justify what you did."
She pushes herself up against the wall, still staring at me like I'm a stranger. Maybe I am. Maybe the man who just struck his wife is someone I don't recognize either.
"You're a monster," she says.
"I'm a monster?" I laugh, but there's no humor in it. "You terminated our pregnancy without telling me, and I'm the monster?"
"I told you, there is no baby—"
"Because you killed it!"
"I made a choice about my own body!"
"Our baby, Chloe. It was our baby."
She struggles to her feet, keeping her distance. "There is a baby, Noah. I'm still pregnant."
The words hit me like ice water. "What?"
