Arianne sobbed, clutching the sheets. “Ely… if you didn’t want me to have the baby, I could’ve aborted it. But why torture my child like this?”
Her clothes were disheveled, the bed stained in blood. I understood what had likely caused the miscarriage.
Alaric kicked me in the knee and pinned me down. “I’ll find the thugs you hired and make them pay. But you—I’ll give you one last chance.”
He gripped my chin tightly. “If you’re willing to testify in court for Seraphine, I’ll have my legal team defend you. I can save you a few years in prison.”
Pain shot through my jaw, and cold sweat trickled down my back. “I… I’m afraid I can’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m dying.”
He let out a sharp laugh, disbelieving and furious. “You’re still protecting Caleb? Even now?”
He stood and shouted, “I won’t give you another chance. Whether you want to or not—you will testify!”
After those words, he seized my hand—and without hesitation, snapped my ring finger.
The wedding band was still on it.
A guttural scream tore from my throat.
“Will you tell me now?” he growled.
His fingers clamped around my chin, forcing my gaze up to meet his. “What did Caleb do to my sister that night?”