She couldn’t tolerate that manipulation anymore; before she knew it, her hand had already landed on his cheek, the blow so strong it left an imprint.
“Preston, Julien is your son, too! You threaten me with his ashes so you can give my company to Savannah? Are you still human?”
Preston’s Adam’s apple bobbed, a complicated emotion flickering across his face.
“I said I won’t divorce you. The company goes to Savannah. If you want children, we can have more.”
At the thought that she had once loved such a monster, Sydney felt sick.
“Ugh—” She rushed to the trash can and vomited, as if trying to empty herself of the last five years.
After she calmed, thinking of Julien, she finally signed.
After all, this would be the last day. Once she collected Julien’s ashes, she would leave Preston for good.
Outside the door, Savannah’s eyes glinted with cruelty.
‘As long as that cheap woman’s alive,’ she cursed, ‘Preston will never marry me. If that’s the case, they can’t blame me for the consequences!’
That night, Sydney and Savannah were kidnapped at the same time.
In an abandoned factory, Sydney was suspended by her feet, dangling in midair; Savannah hung beside her.