We stared at each other in the dark.
“Since childhood, you killed the beast who was my father, stormed through gates for me.
“I lost a child for you, bled myself dry for you.
“Mr. Shaw, let’s split clean—no debts between us.
“That would be the best outcome.”
“The best outcome…”
Ethan’s soft laughter echoed in the dark.
He picked up the divorce papers.
With the same lighter, he set them aflame.
The papers crumbled into ash.
“From now on, she won’t appear before you again.”
The ashes drifted with the wind.
He rose, leading his men in a grand departure from the estate.
A cramp seized my lower abdomen.
I bent over, clutching my stomach.
My men rushed to steady me.
“Ms. Summers!”
“I’m fine…”
My voice was weak. “Old problem.”
Since losing that child, the pain on rainy days had never really left me.
Even the best gynecologists couldn’t fix it.
Maybe my heart hurt too; this bout was worse than usual.
I went to the hospital on my own.
And walked straight into Natalie Reed crying and raging in a patient room.
“Why didn’t you kill her? For you, crushing a woman like that is as easy as crushing an ant!
“I want her dead! If you won’t do it, I will!”
She actually grabbed a knife and headed for the door.