"Why should I?" Tristan Grayson's lips twisted into a self-deprecating smirk. He opened the car door, got out, and closed in on Mika Summers, looming over her. "Back then, when all you wanted was to die, did you ever spare a thought for Kiki? Did you ever think about our son being left without a mother?"
The old wounds were ripped open again by Tristan Grayson. Mika Summers's eyes reddened as her heart ached with a familiar numbness. "Tristan Grayson, you have no right to say that to me!" 'If it weren't for those crazy women he'd gotten tangled up with, would I have been driven to the point of collapse?'
"You're right. I have no right." Tristan Grayson raised his fist and slammed it into the car behind him, as if trying to vent all his frustration and regret.
