Six Months Pregnant, Divorced, and Back for RevengeChapter 1
I pushed open the master-bedroom bathroom door and saw them through the gap in the frosted glass—two pairs of legs, tangled beneath the water.
The girl could really hold her breath. She'd been under for a long time and still hadn't come up.
I kept my eyes straight ahead and set a document on the vanity counter.
"The family sign-off form for tomorrow's checkup. I need your signature."
He was leaning back against the rim of the tub, head tilted up, his Adam's apple jerking hard. Without so much as a glance, he reached out and signed.
Only then did he open his reddened eyes. "I thought you were staying at your family's house for a few days. Why are you back early?"
I picked up the document. "Came back for a change of clothes."
Before I left the bathroom, I glanced at the shadow shifting beneath the surface of the water.
"Let her come up for air."
His whole body went rigid.
He probably expected me to lose it the way I used to. Smash things, scream, cry, call in the family.
I just closed the door. "Too long underwater and people die."
He scrambled to his feet in the water and called after me. "What are you really doing back here?"