“You think if this kid was his, he’d leave you here alone? You cheated and got pregnant. Now get ready—our family doesn’t let trash like you walk away clean.”
She waved her hand.
Bodyguards showed up like it was all planned.
Heart pounding, I grabbed my phone.
Didn’t even get to dial—
Smack.
Her slap lit my cheek on fire, my phone hit the floor.
She yanked my hair, eyes icy. “Still think Quentin’s coming for you? Keep dreaming.”
Next thing I knew, I was shoved into her car.
Headed straight for the Palmer estate.
***
Quentin and Rainee were chilling in the living room—he was feeding her cream soup like some doting husband. She looked smug, glowing.
I looked wrecked. Hair everywhere, blood at my lip, clothes wrinkled and stained.
Cecilia marched in, full-on triumphant. “Quentin, she cheated on you. Knocked up with someone else’s kid. I caught her red-handed.”
I lifted my head, lips pale, cheek still burning.
I thought he’d say something. Anything.
But he didn’t even glance my way.
His voice was cold. “Lock her in the attic. No one opens that door unless I say so.”
