Beauty helped Sarah settle onto the sofa, then fetched a carton of yogurt from the fridge to gently press against the reddened mark on her right cheek—the lingering sting from Samantha's slap.
Anger and frustration simmered in her chest.
"I'm so sorry, Sarah.
If I'd been quicker, that woman wouldn't have gotten the chance to hit you.
Does it still hurt?"
If not for Samantha's pregnancy, Beauty would've shoved her to the ground without a second thought.
How dare she act so brazenly in front of Sarah?
The thought alone made her grit her teeth.
Sarah offered a faint smile, though her eyes remained hollow.
"The pain isn't from my face—it's from here."
She pressed a hand to her chest.
"Skin heals.
But when someone wounds your heart, the scars never fade."
Drake's first instinct had been to pull Samantha into his arms.
That betrayal cut deeper than any slap.
A bitter laugh escaped her.
"What does it matter now?
She's carrying his child.
