"You can't have everything. I gave you the dignity of being Mrs. Vance. I just kept a little bit of true feeling for Sara. Is that really so excessive?"
I stared at him.
It was the first time I'd ever heard someone speak so self-righteously about manipulation and betrayal.
Since he had no bottom line, neither did I.
I swallowed the bile rising in my throat.
"Adrian. Transfer twenty percent of the company shares to me. Do it, and I'll let your happy little family reunite."
My voice turned to ice.
"Refuse... and you can wait to collect your son's corpse."
His pupils constricted. His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.
"Hailey Henson. Don't push me. If you dare touch a hair on Bubu's head, I will pull every cent of investment from the Henson family. Your father will be bankrupt by morning."
I scoffed.
"I don't give a damn."
Thomas Henson only had eyes for his new wife and young son. From the moment my mother died, I had no home.
I unlocked my phone and held the screen up to his face.
The video played: a tiny baby screaming, his face turning a terrifying shade of violet.