“If you still don’t know your place,” he threatened, “don’t blame me for turning on you.”
I couldn’t hear a thing anymore.
I just knelt there in front of the fire basin, watching the thin, weak smoke spiral up and scatter in the wind.
The fire was out.
My child… was gone. Not even a complete set of ashes remained.
His little body, burned with plastic and paper, had been turned to shattered dust…
I never thought Cortland could hate me this much.
When I married him, I brought a massive amount. Even that wasn’t enough to save the Dorance Industries from collapse.
I didn’t want to put too much pressure on him, so behind the scenes, I created a second identity to invest in his company.
But apparently, even just the dowry was enough for him to resent me…
I bent down, carefully gathering the ashes, tiny bit by tiny bit, and wrapped them in a white cloth I had brought with me.
Just then, a mocking snort came from behind.
“I knew it. You could never leave me.”
He must’ve thought I was only emotional when I brought up the divorce. Now that I never said it again, Cortland’s eyes gleamed with contempt.
“Still pretending to be cold? You really think that’ll make me treat you better?”
Saylor’s POV