Proof and consequences

Cynthia’s POV

“How dare you, James!” I scream, storming toward him, my hands smacking against his chest in quick, hard bursts. “How dare you cause an accident for Alexander?” My breath comes in short, furious gaps as I continue hitting him, unable to stop. “What is wrong with you?!”

James snaps.

With one firm push, I stumble back a step, the shock rippling through my entire body. His voice comes out in a roar, raw and ragged.

“Get out of it, Cynthia! Yes, I did it. I caused Alexander’s accident. But then what?”

My heart stutters.

James doesn’t stop. His voice crashes through the room like a thunderclap.

“He’s the reason you never gave me the chance to be with my daughter! He’s the reason you never even told me I had a child! And now you and your mother are plotting against Isabel just so you can crawl your way back to him? Then what? You leave me again?” He shakes his head, wild eyes blazing. “No. That’s not happening again. So yes—he has to go.”