His Wife's Ultimate Betrayal

arded trousers. It was a relentless, urgent

reciting Scarlett' s preferences in a flat monotone, his voice devoid of all emotion. Chad and Brad were on th

u..." Scarlett urged

rner phone he kept for emergencies, a secret from Scarlett. Only one per

t snapped, annoyed by the i

es lay. He pulled the phone from his pocket.

ood ra

d the call

. You need to come now. It' s your father. He' s had a massive stroke. Th

on its axis. "

d pulling on his pant

re going?" Scarlett deman

oice cracking for the first tim

in front of him, blocking his path to the door. "You' re not g

understand. He doesn' t

ng. "You will not ruin this for me! You will

ad and Brad, seeing their chance to get back in her good

leave," Scarle

He couldn't let him die alone. He struggled against their grip, but two against one, they wer

ty closet," Scarlett told Bra

m' s hands tightly behind the chair. They boun

ke a predator. "You' ll sit here and b

the nylon cutting into his wrists, but it was no use. Panic set in, a wild, frantic terror. He cou

ampagne bottle on the floor where he' d dropped it. It had rolled near

in, harder. The bottle rolled. He maneuvered his chair, scraping it across the floor, u

d across the h

ward the floor. He felt for a large shard, his fingers brushing against the jagged edges.

h as the nylon. Blood dripped onto the floor, mixing with the spilled champagne. He wo

hands were free. He quickly untied his ankl

ett and the others hadn't noticed. T

. He wrenched it open and sprinted into the hallway, not looking back. He jabbe

entrance. Rain lashed down, driven by a howling wind. He had no wallet, no

flickering streetlamp, gasping for breath, the rain washing the blood from his hands. Headlights c

ried eyes looked out a

e her at first. He

her voice gentle but firm.

n't care. He opened the back door a

l, the woman-he now recognized her as Evelyn Reed, a

t the entrance to the

er, I' m s

heart

e. He passed away

ed, the lines of pain gone from his face. Liam fell to his knees beside the bed, his body finally giving in to th

the exhaustion and blood loss caught up with him

window. He was lying in a comfortable bed, an IV drip in his arm. His hands were professionall

k. It was intricately designed, with a small, elegant 'R' engraved on its surface.