I lowered the tablet.
My hands were shaking so badly that my father had to take it from me.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to cry.
But I couldn’t make a sound.
The man I was supposed to marry had betrayed me.
He had a pregnant mistress.
He was trying to make me responsible for millions in debt.
And he had been discussing an illegal medical procedure involving my own body as though I were nothing more than a convenient solution to his problems.
My mother held me tighter.
“You’re safe now.”
I wanted to believe her.
Then my father opened the briefcase resting near his feet.
Inside were several folders bearing the seal of Harrington Equity Partners.
He placed one in my lap.
“Amelia,” he said quietly, “there’s something else you need to know. And this time, we’re going to make sure Derek answers for what he’s done.”
