The intimate sounds continued in the video. Her stomach turned violently. She felt sick to her core.
The man she had loved for three years had killed her son.
Sydney’s resolve hardened. She dialed a number she had not contacted in five years.
“Brooks, fine, let’s get married. Come for me in a week. I’ll handle the divorce.”
A deep and familiar voice came from the phone.
“Finally, Sydney, you see it clearly. Preston doesn’t deserve you. Come back ASAP. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Sydney nose stung. She swallowed back a sob, explaining, “He killed Julien. I want Preston to pay for that!”
On the other end, Brooks Stryker’s voice carried a cold edge.
“Anyone who harms the Strykers will regret it,” he swore.
After hanging up, Sydney’s eyes hardened.
She would leave Preston for good!
The Strykers weren't just a wealthy family. They were the most mysterious top-tier tycoons in the capital, controlling the country’s entire economy.
Sydney lifted her hand to caress her lower belly. The surprise she had planned for Preston no longer felt necessary—after today, there was nothing left to tell him.
She turned and walked toward the cemetery.