Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 432

Andrea thought Grace was such a bitch.

"Andrea, let go of me!" Liam shouted.

But Andrea wouldn't. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she clung to Liam's arm. "My stomach hurts, too! How come you didn't care this much about me? I need painkillers just as much!"

She snatched the bottle out of his hand and, without hesitation, shoved all the pills into her mouth—only to spit them out seconds later.

She was pregnant. There was no way she'd actually swallow them, but the act of retching and spitting ruined the pills completely.

Liam's hands trembled with rage as he stared down at the destroyed medication. Then, he snapped. His hand lashed out, slapping her across the face.

In that moment, fury clouded his vision. He genuinely wanted to strangle her.

Something dark twisted inside him as he stared her down. He grabbed his keys and stormed out the door without saying another word.

He'd go buy a new bottle himself—he didn't have time to deal with Andrea.

She stood there, stunned, one hand cradling her stinging cheek. She'd been sure he'd comfort her, not hit her. But instead, he just left—quiet, angry, and gone.

Tears streamed down her face as rage bubbled up in her chest. This was exactly what Grace wanted, she thought bitterly. She got exactly what she came for.

It was the first time Liam had ever laid a hand on her.

She was supposed to be his fiancée, his future wife—the next matriarch of the Lambert family. Yet, he slapped her?

Now furious to the point her scalp tingled, Andrea stomped upstairs and kicked open Grace's bedroom door.

Grace was curled up in bed, her face bloodless, barely aware of the sounds around her.

Andrea, seeing she still wasn't getting a reaction, bent down to grab the basin again. She filled it a second time and made her way back.

Just as she raised the water to throw it again, the bedroom door burst open.

Liam stood there, soaked in sweat, holding a new bottle of painkillers. He froze when he saw Andrea with the basin in her hand.

His voice dropped into something deadly cold. "What the hell are you doing?" he questioned.

Andrea didn't flinch. She dumped the water anyway. "Liam, can't you see? She's faking it. She's manipulating you. Don't fall for it."

Until now, Liam had never truly believed someone could be this cruel, this twisted. Now he understood why his sister had warned him about Andrea.

He saw it as clear as day—behind that innocent face was something venomous. And he'd finally seen it for what it was.