"The best ending..." His low laugh echoed through the darkness.
He picked up the divorce agreement. With the flick of his lighter, the paper caught fire, curling into ash before my eyes.
"She won't appear in front of you again."
The ashes scattered into the air as he rose, leading his men out in a sweeping tide.
A sharp pain stabbed my lower abdomen. I bent forward, clutching my stomach.
My attendants rushed to my side.
"Miss Esther!"
"I'm fine..." My voice was faint. "Just the old problem."
Ever since losing that child, the cramps came back every time it rained. Not even the best gynecologists could cure it.
Perhaps it wasn't just the body that hurt—perhaps the heart made it worse.
This time, it was unbearable enough that I went to the hospital.
There, I walked straight into a storm.
Penelope was in the ward, sobbing and screaming. "Why didn't you kill her? That bitch is no more than an ant to you! Crushing her should be effortless!"
"I want her dead! If you won't do it, I'll kill her myself!"
She snatched up a dagger, ready to storm out.
Derek seized her wrist and yanked her back with brutal force. The blade cut into his palm, blood welling instantly.
Penelope collapsed into his arms, weeping.