Chapter 33. No Ends

Jacob

That bastard got to her.

And the regret in my chest—fuck, it had never burned this deep.

I shouldn’t have left her alone. I knew she was reckless. I knew she’d try to do something desperate, yet I still walked away, believing I could get to her before she made another one of her damn escape plans.

But never—never—while driving back home did I think I’d receive that call.

Bianca. Sobbing. Panicking. Screaming that Tyler Ricci had his hands on my Evie. And our baby.

I swear to God, my heart stopped beating. Terror, rage, the sickening flood of possibilities—each one worse than the last—slammed into my ribs, clawing at my insides, threatening to break me apart.

I didn’t know what to do. I’d called the police. Taken every legal step I could. But I knew—deep down, I fucking knew—this wouldn’t be enough. Tyler wasn’t the same coward who once feared the media, feared the consequences. That version of him was gone.

He wanted reven