Chapter 85. The Ugly Side of Wealth and Power

It was quiet all through the ride to the airport. Lucas didn’t say a word, and neither did I. I wasn’t in the mood to talk after what I had seen.

I thought I didn’t love him. I thought I didn’t care. But no—I broke my promise and cared when I wasn’t supposed to. My heart beat with fear when I saw the guns all pointed at him, ready to take his life, and I didn’t want that.

It wasn’t because I feared for his life or anything else, but because I was still in love with him. I was in love with a man who broke me time and time again when I gave him my heart.

I was in love with a man who didn’t care about me at all. But the fact that he found out about the child in my womb hurt more than anything. The words he said to me, the way he slammed the door in my face when I needed him the most—it hurt so much I could feel myself shaking all through the ride to the airport.