Ruthless

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Faith announced with a beam, "I've decided on the perfect name for our babies. Our boy'll be called 'Faed,' and our princess will be called 'Edfai.' They're a combination of our names—Faith and Edward. I think they suit our children perfectly," she finished with a clap.

Suit our babies perfectly? Did she really think those names were appropriate? I couldn't help but scoff inwardly at how delusional she sounded.

I glanced over at Edward, who seemed entirely absorbed in his phone, his finger busy scrolling. Why is he quiet? Was he actually considering these absurd names, or was he simply too distracted to care?

Suddenly, Faith's hand darted out, snatching the phone from him with an angry huff, clearly frustrated by his lack of attention.

Faith's actions were abrupt and incredibly childish. Acting like a spoiled child when things didn't go her way was a character of hers I have come across many times over time. Faith often acted on impulse, rarely considering the consequences of her behavior. She could have simply asked Edward to put the phone away, but instead, Faith chose the more dramatic route.

If he had ignored her request, then maybe her reaction would have been justified.

"Don't get too comfortable," he threatened with a voice edged with warning.

"You're not listening!" Faith complained. Her sulky pout deepened, and she clutched the phone tightly.

Her earlier enthusiasm, now nowhere to be seen, as a dark, brooding expression had overtaken her features.

Honestly, I did feel bad for her. Edward should at least understand her feelings.

"Do those names even have any meaning, or did you just make them up to sound unique or cool? Honestly, they're not even cute," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

The moment the words left my mouth, I instantly regretted it as I realized what I'd done. I had successfully kept my smart mouth in check until now—why did I have to ruin it? However, the damage was already done.

All eyes turned toward me, and I suddenly felt incredibly small under their scrutinizing gazes. My gaze locked onto Faith's, who stared at me blankly.

Without warning and in an instant, Faith sprang up from the sofa with a speed that stunned me. I had never seen a heavily pregnant woman—especially one carrying twins—move so quickly. She needs to be careful, or she'll end up hurting herself and the babies.

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU? YOU HAVE NO SAY IN THIS!" she screamed, her face flushing red with fury. Her chest heaved with each ragged breath, and I could see the veins throbbing in her neck.

I wanted to facepalm myself. My heart ached with regret for speaking out. I knew Faith couldn't stand me, so why did I have to provoke her? I feared her blood pressure would spike if she didn't calm herself down.

"I'm sorry," I said, trying to calm her down. "Please don't stress. As a mother, I just thought—"

Before I could finish, Faith's anger morphed into a dramatic display of tears. She collapsed back onto the couch dramatically. Next, her sob filled the atmosphere as she cried loudly, burying her face in her hands.

The sudden shift in Faith's mood caught me completely off guard, leaving me unsure of how to respond.

It was clear I wasn't the only one caught off guard. There were exchanges of awkward glances, equally uncomfortable and not knowing how to handle her breakdown.

I was very well aware all her reactions were triggered by her hormones. Pregnancy hormones are no joke. If you ever want to see someone lose their sanity, just put them in a room with a pregnant woman in the middle of a meltdown.