“Amber didn’t do it on purpose,” he said, his tone softening when he looked back at her. “She already paid you, didn’t she? What more do you want? If the money’s not enough, I’ll handle it.”
Handle it.
Like everything could be fixed with money.
He pulled out his checkbook, wrote something fast, then held it out to me. “Take it. That should cover it.”
I stared at the check.
My chest felt tight, like something was squeezing it slowly, making it hard to breathe.
I didn’t move.
He frowned, annoyed, then tore another check and wrote a bigger number, his jaw tightening. “Not enough? Fine. Then take this. Stop making a scene over something so small.”
One after another.
More numbers.
More money. Like he was buying silence. Buying me.
My fingers finally moved. I took the last check, my hand trembling.
“That’s enough,” I said quietly.
More than enough.
Hudson… this is enough to end everything between us.
I turned to leave.
But I barely took two steps.
“Stop.” His voice cut through me like a blade.
I froze.
“You took the money,” he said slowly, dangerously calm. “That slap isn’t settled yet. Apologize to her.”
My body stiffened. I turned back, my eyes burning. “What did you say?”