Preston’s Adam’s apple bobbed, a complicated emotion flickering across his face.
“I said I won’t divorce you. The company goes to Savannah. If you want children, we can have more.”
At the thought that she had once loved such a monster, Sydney felt sick.
“Ugh—” She rushed to the trash can and vomited, as if trying to empty herself of the last five years.
After she calmed, thinking of Julien, she finally signed.
After all, this would be the last day. Once she collected Julien’s ashes, she would leave Preston for good.
Outside the door, Savannah’s eyes glinted with cruelty.
‘As long as that cheap woman’s alive,’ she cursed, ‘Preston will never marry me. If that’s the case, they can’t blame me for the consequences!’
That night, Sydney and Savannah were kidnapped at the same time.
In an abandoned factory, Sydney was suspended by her feet, dangling in midair; Savannah hung beside her.
Sydney heard the kidnapper call Preston. “Mr. Rockefeller, I’ve got your women. If you want to save them, come alone.”
Preston acted fast, arriving at the location.
The first thing he did was check on Savannah, scanning her up and down nervously, and only after confirming she was uninjured did he breathe a sigh of relief.
A long time had passed before he remembered his wife.
He glanced at Sydney—only a casual look, nothing like the urgency he’d shown for Savannah just moments ago.
He turned to the kidnapper, asking, “How much do you want?”
At that question, the kidnapper twisted into a sinister grin and shoved a knife toward his captives. “Easy, Mr. Rockefeller. Why don’t we play a game? You can take one of these two women. The other one—she’s mine. What do you say?”
“No way!” Preston’s gaze went cold and fierce. He rejected the idea without hesitation.
The kidnapper burst into laughter, his eyes murderous. “Unfortunately for you—it’s not your choice. If you won’t pick, they both die with me.”
Preston clenched his fists, veins standing out.
When he stayed silent, Savannah suddenly spoke up. “Preston, the kidnappers are with my sister! I overheard them—Sydney’s actually jealous of me and staged the whole thing to frame me! Don’t be fooled!”
In a flash, that made Preston’s anger snap toward Sydney. Under his fierce stare, she didn’t flinch.
“If I said I didn’t do it, would you believe me?” she asked indifferently.
He obviously didn’t… because he chose Savannah.