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Peter shook his head in disgust, his fists clenching and unclenching by his sides as he looked down at her, sensing the fear that blazed in her eyes, although tainted with a determination that seemed to only anger him more.
"How could you?" He whispered his voice low and intimidating as he paced in front of her, watching her fiddle with her hands in front of him, "How could you go behind my back like that?"
Carla rose from her seated position and pointed at him accusingly, "Me go behind your back? What about everything you've hidden from me? Or does that not count? One rule for you and another for me, eh Peter?"
He turned to her again, her lack of regret causing his anger to intensify, "This is different, you killed our baby! You killed our baby and you didn't tell me!"
Carla laughed almost bitterly, "It wasn't a baby, Peter! It were a bundle of cells, nothing more and you know it!"
He stepped closer again, both of them squaring up to each other, "Whatever I did to hurt you Carla, I didn't deserve that. Our baby didn't deserve that." His voice was a whisper, angry tears settling in his eyes.
He didn't expect her next words, causing him to step back in shook and hurt, the force of them hitting him as he took them in.
"It weren't your baby Peter." She whispered, "You're not the only one with a bit on the side."