“The evidence is right here, and you still want to deny it?!” he snapped. “Because of this kidnapping, Lynzee is still in surgery! If anything happens to the child she’s carrying, I will never forgive you!”
He didn’t give me a chance to explain. Turning on his heel, he strode toward the operating room.
My hands shook as I gathered the scattered photographs.
They were all the same—angled shots and clumsy edits with obvious Photoshop marks.
Even I could see they were fake. But Ridley, blinded by his concern for Lynzee’s surgery, hadn’t noticed a thing.
Not only had he believed them, he had used them to condemn me!
At that moment, the last fragile shred of feeling I still held for him crumbled into dust.
I rose slowly from the bed, intending to leave.
But just as I reached the door, Ridley returned.
Without a word, he seized my wrist and dragged me toward Lynzee’s room. I struggled, but his grip only tightened.
His tone was calm, even a bit gentle. “I can’t watch you keep making mistakes. Thankfully, Lynzee’s fine, but you still owe her an apology.”
A chill swept over me, settling deep into my bones. The next second, my belly twisted painfully.