“Rachel, I’m sorry. I can’t hide it anymore. Daniel has always loved me. Now that your reputation is ruined, there’s no point pretending.”
“Daniel is useless to you. If you know what’s good for you, divorce him as soon as possible.”
I was shaking with rage. I had never seen a mistress act so self-righteously.
Daniel Carter gazed at Chloe Miller’s swollen cheek with pity.
Then his face darkened, and without warning he raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face.
“Slut! Bitch! Do you think you’re someone important? How dare you hit Chloe?”
“I’ve already had a lawyer draft the divorce papers. If you know what’s good for you, sign them immediately.”
“Otherwise, I’ll kill you.”
Daniel advanced step by step, and if I didn’t agree, I truly believed he might kill me on the spot.
I clutched my son tightly, glaring at them with cold fury.
Just as Daniel moved to strike me again, the sudden wail of sirens echoed from outside. Moments later, uniformed NYPD officers appeared at the door.
“Who called the police?”
The instant I saw them, relief washed over me.
I rushed forward with my son and cried,
“It was me! If I don’t sign the divorce papers, he said he’ll kill me.”