He leaned closer, coaxing softly. “You frightened her with those police reports. You made her cry. If I hadn’t locked your brother away first, she would’ve broken down. Don’t be stubborn, Hedy. Sign the letter of forgiveness. Then, everything will go back to the way it was.”
His gaze softened as he spoke, but my heart only grew colder the more I looked at him.
No. It would never go back. Even if I signed, nothing would ever be the same.
Bryson was no longer the man I had married. To me, he was now a demon.
In our five years of marriage, he had never treated me this way.
Before Debbii returned to the country, he had indulged me in everything.
I had always believed I’d found my lifelong partner.
But now, I saw clearly—he wasn’t my husband. He was hers.
My silence dragged on, and irritation crept into his features.
“Hedy, every minute you waste here, your brother suffers another minute. Or would you rather I decide for you?”
As he said this, a trace of threat appeared on his face.
Before I could answer, he dragged me into my mom’s hospital room.
The next second, he ripped the oxygen tube from her face!
At once, medical staff rushed inside.
I lunged forward, but Bryson blocked me with an arm.