He reshaped the company, cutting every tie to the Morrison family. But I knew the only person he truly wanted to sever—was me.
He could shower Evie with gemstones worth tens of millions without hesitation. At a single word from her, he would spend recklessly to build a church.
When I heard the news, I laughed until I doubled over, tears streaming down my face.
“Denver, do you think God would even dare live in a man like that’s church?”
Denver said nothing.
But I understood, we had long since lost any protection from God. We were destined to dwell forever in darkness and blood.
He did so much, so much, for Evie, and I only pretended not to see.
Then the doctor’s message arrived. Evie was pregnant again, and Zavier was overjoyed, convinced it was the blessing of building the church.
He began preparing their wedding, blocked my number, and let only his lawyer contact me about the divorce.
I handed the phone to Denver.
“Sir has really gone too far this time. Tiffany, are you truly going to divorce?”
I shook my head. “In my life, there is no divorce. Only widowhood.”
“He wants a wedding, doesn’t he? Then I’ll give him a wedding.”
The night before their wedding, Evie sent me a message.