She hesitated just long enough for the words to sting. Then added softly, “Maybe I should just go. Take the baby with me. Let your child be the heir.”
Every syllable was sugar-coated poison. And it worked.
Sullivan’s gaze darkened. His voice was calm again, but the ice underneath it cut like a knife.
“Don’t worry,” he said coldly. “She won’t get another chance to hurt you. Or our baby.”
He turned to his men and gestured sharply. “Lock her in the basement. She stays there until after the press conference—after I announce my son as the heir.”
They dragged me away like I was nothing—some animal bleeding out on the marble floor. Behind me, a streak of red followed like a trail of death.
My vision kept fading in and out. Pain blurred the world. But somehow, I managed to hold on to one last breath.
And with that breath, I begged.
“Please… Sullivan… I only asked your mother to help with our divorce. I wasn’t trying to take her baby…
“My babies… they already died once because of you. And now… they won’t make it this time either…
“I’ve already stepped aside for you. For her. For your happy family…
“Please, just… leave my dad… alone.”
Zareena’s POV