Chapter 8- Truth

Angela's POV

Lyle’s words echo in the cold, sterile room, sharp and biting. “You killed my child to get rid of me, didn’t you? That was the plan all along—leave me, make sure I’m out of your life completely.”

The accusation slams into me, making it hard to breathe. A crushing weight presses against my chest, every word twisting deeper, each one heavier than the last.

I step back, my hand flying to my chest as if I can physically hold my heart together.

“How… how could you even say that?” My voice cracks, the disbelief cutting through my anger. “Do you really think I’d do something like that on purpose, just to hurt you?”

Lyle’s jaw tightens, and he takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Then explain it to me, Angela,” he snaps. “Explain why my child is gone. Make me understand.”

I clench my fists, the grief boiling into rage. “You think I wanted this?” My voice rises, and I feel the tension in my muscles, the way my entire body shakes. “You think I haven’t been torn apart, mourni