My Husband Begged for My Love after Destroying MeChapter 1

I was on my knees on the concrete floor when the freight elevator creaked open behind us.

Wind slammed against my face, but I didn’t flinch. Nothing mattered anymore not when my little brother, Aziel, stood bound and trembling near the edge of that skeletal crane arm.

“Three seconds, baby,” Hakeem said from the chair he dragged up here, “Sign that statement, forgive Margaret, and your brother walks out of here alive. Don’t test me. You know I don’t bluff.”

My palms were shaking, but my heart was a war drum in my chest. Aziel looked so small up there, tied to a rusted pipe, his wide eyes darting from the edge to me.

“H-Harmony,” he whimpered, “Why are we up so high? Can we go home now?”

“Hakeem,” I choked, looking up at the man I married. The man I thought would never let anyone hurt my family. “Margaret burned my mother alive. She locked her inside the house and set it on fire like it meant nothing. My mother is dead. Aziel is all I have left—he has special needs, and you're using him to protect your mistress? Do you even hear yourself? Do you remember what he means to me?”