His tailored suit accentuated his tall frame, his presence radiating an almost suffocating pressure.
"Leonora, do you hear me talking to you?"
"What's this? Three months divorced and you've already forgotten your ex-husband?"
His gaze swept past me. Before I could respond, his expression shifted the moment he spotted Sophie on the operating table.
She lay there with an oxygen tube, her face deathly pale.
Pain flickered through Rhys's eyes instantly, and his voice turned glacial. "Leonora, what did you do to her?"
"She was perfectly fine when she left this morning! What have you two been doing behind my back?!"
Sophie raised a trembling hand toward him. "Rhys! She's trying to kill me!"
Her voice came out hoarse and broken. "She took a scalpel and twisted it inside me! She said, 'After this cut, you'll never have children again!' I begged her to stop, but she kept going until I nearly died from the pain..."
Before she could finish, violent coughs wracked her body. Her chest heaved, and the cardiac monitor shrieked its alarm.
Gasping for breath, she screamed with every ounce of strength she had left: "So you're Rhys's ex-wife!"