I dropped to my knees with a thud, begging her with everything I had.
“Cherity, please. For the sake of the eight years we were married, believe me—just this once,” I began.
“I didn’t do anything to Barrett,” I said. “I don’t know where he is. I’ve already agreed to the divorce. Ask the lawyer if you don’t believe me!”
I was frantic to prove my innocence, but Cherity just stared at me, her eyes like ice.
She let out a sharp laugh.
“You think lying like this will buy you time? If you’d been so willing to divorce me in our past lives, your brother wouldn’t have died right in front of you!”
The next thing I knew, she pressed the lit end of her cigarette into my collarbone.
A wave of searing pain hit me, and I couldn’t stop the groan that tore from my throat.
But her gaze just stayed merciless.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” she sneered. “Barrett’s gone. The pain I feel? It’s a thousand times worse than this.”
She glanced at the burn she’d left on my skin. Something flickered in her eyes before she finally tossed the cigarette away.
Garland’s POV
Her voice turned hoarse as she questioned me again. “You know how much Barrett means to me. Tell me—where is he?”