“Why don’t you explain the bloodstains and the white residue on this dress? Or should I just take it to the hospital lab for testing?”
Ryan froze for a moment, then his voice turned impatient.
“She was on her period. The blood is nothing. She’s just a naïve young girl. Do you really have to be so harsh? Can’t you show some grace as the boss’s wife?”
“Oh—so should I be thanking Sophia for also helping my husband with his other ‘needs’?”
“Enough! I promised to buy you the rings, I gave you the gifts—what more do you want?”
I lifted my head, met his sharp, cold eyes, and spoke each word clearly:
“What do I want? Forget the rings. I want my merger proposal back. How else could Hayes Corporation possibly reach IPO status if not for me, the housewife who stayed up writing it?”
His face turned dark instantly. He flung my hand away, and I stumbled, slamming my abdomen into the table’s edge.
Pain shot through me, but I bit down on it, tears spilling uncontrollably.
“Evelyn Lane… how dare you even mention your so-called proposal? Because of that, Sophia almost died at a business dinner. If I hadn’t arrived in time, you’d be her murderer!”