Ashlyn stopped crying for a split second. Her heart hammered against her ribs. No…no … no. She's going to expose me.
"This was all her scheme to frame me," Marissa continued, her voice level and factual. "There was no baby. It was a lie from the beginning."
Beatrice looked at Marissa, shocked. Then she looked at Ashlyn.
"Ashlyn?" Beatrice asked. "What is this? Is this true?"
Ashlyn knew she had to act. She couldn't let this doubt take root, she's already on the losing side with only Carlos taking her side. She sat up in bed, wincing in fake pain. She clutched her stomach.
"How could you?" Ashlyn screamed, tears streaming down her face again. " Are you that heartless? Is your heart made of stone that you can't be sympathetic?" She looked at Marissa with pure venom. "My child is gone! My blood is still on my dress! And you still have the audacity to spew lies. You killed him, and now you want to erase his existence?"
