How had I been so blind as to see that his affection for her had gotten intimate and my marriage was all a lie?!
My husband and his so-called sister were lovers. They had a child together. Now another is on the way. And they killed my sweet little boy to keep their secret.
My hands trembled as I grabbed my phone. With tears blurring my eyes, I unblocked a number I had buried seven years ago.
The line clicked. “Roy…” My voice broke. “Please, I need your help. I’m going to divorce Jason Morales. Please get me out of here… help me take revenge on him.”
There was silence, and then his calm and sharp voice came. “Why should I help you, Amber? You abandoned me seven years ago.”
The memory stabbed me fresh, my father had once chosen Roy for me—a safe, strong choice. But I had walked away. For love. For Jason.
And now love has ruined me.
“Please, Roy,” I sobbed into the phone. “I’ll do anything. I’ve lost everything… they’ve taken everything from me.”
His tone was cutting. “If you can produce your divorce certificate in one week, then maybe I’ll consider helping you.”
The line went dead.
I sank to the floor, the phone slipping from my hand, my tears soaking the tiles.
By the time I ended the call, rage took over me. I stormed into the house, ready to rip the mask off his face.
The moment Jason saw me, his expression softened with fake concern. Before I could speak, he wrapped me in his arms, his hand rubbing the back of my neck.
“I heard the news, darling. I’m so sorry,” he whispered against my hair.
I tried pushing him away, my body trembling with fury, but he held on tighter.
“This is all your fault, you bastard!” I shouted.
“I know… I never should’ve let Chloe pick our son up. It’s all my fault. I failed you,” his voice cracked as he buried his face in my hair.
If I hadn’t overheard his conversation with Mark, if I hadn’t seen that smug smirk they shared before I walked in, I would’ve believed him. His tears almost fooled me.
“I’ll make sure Chloe pays for what she’s done,” he sobbed.
The audacity! This man killed my son, murdered my brother, and now he was pretending to grieve with me? My rage exploded. I shoved him off and slapped him across the face so hard my palm stung.
“You bastard! I hate you!”