Shortly, gunshots echoed through the hall. His bodyguards stormed in right after, dragging out Mr. Bishop, bloody, broken, and barely breathing.
Grayson went berserk. He kicked the man again and again, wild with rage, his blows landing on Mr. Bishop’s lower body until the man no longer moved.
It wasn’t until Alyssa’s sobs broke through the chaos that he finally stopped. He picked her up, his eyes still burning, and brushed past me without a word.
But as they passed, Alyssa suddenly lifted her head from his chest, her expression twisting into a vicious smile.
“Amara, did you really think you mattered? Grayson’s always loved me! And I bet you don’t even know. After I beat that little bastard out of your womb, Grayson had your uterus transplanted into me.”
“Shut up!” Grayson’s face went pale as he turned to me, panic flashing in his eyes.
But Alyssa only sneered triumphantly. “You’re nothing now but a useless woman, an empty shell who’ll never bear a child again.”
The room went silent. So silent that it hurt.
I stood frozen, my mind blank, a sharp ringing filling my ears.