"That is exactly the problem!" John roared, his eyes filled with disgust. "We've known each other for eleven years, yet the woman before me is a stranger! Michelle Chapman, I will make you pay for every drop of her blood."
Not long after, the Chapman Group declared bankruptcy.
My father's heart condition relapsed from the stress. Because of John's influence, every major hospital in Harbor City refused to admit him.
My mother called, hysterical. She begged me to find a way, to save him.
I knelt before John, slamming my forehead against the floor again and again, begging him to stop.
He looked down at me coldly. "When Faith wakes up and the doctors confirm she and the child are safe, I will stop."
But Faith took her time waking up.
And before she opened her eyes, my father stopped breathing.
I staggered out of the hospital like a hollow shell. No pain, no regret—just vast, empty numbness.
I had a courier deliver the divorce agreement to John's office. Then I boarded a plane back to Riverdale.
John Weiss, I thought as the city shrank beneath the clouds. If there is any mercy in this universe, I pray we never meet again—in life or in death.
