---- "I wanted to apologize," Sophia said, her eyes welling with crocodile tears. "I know I've done wrong. Vincent is your husband. I'm going to leave... go to Europe. I hope we can make peace." She offered the glass. "Here. I added honey. For you and the baby." I looked at her, at the sincere mask she wore. For a foolish second, I almost believed her. I took the glass and tooka sip. Awave of heavy drowsiness hit me almost instantly. "Sophia, if you really want to leave..." "Oh, I will," her smile turned sharp and cruel. "But I don't think you'll be around to see me go." My head spun. Abrutal cramp seized my stomach. "What... what did you do?" "Just a little something," she whispered, leaning in. " ---- Enough to make you and your little problem disappear." I tried to stand, to scream, but my legs buckled. A sharp, tearing pain ripped through my lower abdomen. "Help... me..." "No one's coming," Sophia said coldly, watching me writhe. "Vincent's out. I gave the staff the day off." The pain was blinding. Blood began to soak through my nightgown. My baby... "Why..." I sobbed. "Because when you're dead, Vincent will only have me," she said, standing over me. ''And your bastard will die with you."