Edward, the family patriarch, let out a dismissive breath and leaned back in his chair. “We have photographs,” he said coldly. “If you refuse to sign, the entire city will know exactly what kind of woman you are.”
Her blood ran cold as she turned back to Caleb, silently begging him to deny it. “Look at me,” she said softly. “Tell me it is true.”
Caleb finally turned, his face completely blank, and his eyes carried none of the warmth she once loved. “Just sign the papers, Abby,” he said flatly. “Go back to your father and that repair shop, because you never belonged in our world.”
Something deep inside her broke in that moment, not just her heart but the belief that any of this had ever been real. Before she could respond, a distant engine sound cut through the silence and grew louder.
Three black luxury sedans entered through the iron gates and stopped in front of the house, their presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. Caleb frowned slightly as he looked toward the driveway.
“Who is that,” he asked, confusion slipping into his voice.