Seeing how relentless he was, Charlotte finally turned to face him.
“Darren, I haven’t had a home for a long time.”
“As for the hell you’re talking about—for me, the only real hell is wherever you are.”
With that, Charlotte looked to the officer. “Officer, my ex-husband is harassing me. Could you please get him out of here?”
“Yes, Mr. Harrington, I think you should calm down—”
The officer hurried over, politely but firmly pulling Darren away.
The car door slammed shut.
The engine roared to life, and the car swung sharply to the side, slipping past the vehicle blocking its path.
Suddenly, Darren broke free from the officers and lunged forward like a madman.
“Charlotte!”
“Charlotte!”
“Char—”
He doubled over, clutching his stomach as blood gushed from his mouth.
The taste of iron flooded his tongue, mingling with a bitterness that cut deeper than any wound. “Charlotte… you foolish woman…”
Downtown, inside a speeding Ferrari.
Bradley stared at his own wrist on the steering wheel, the bright red bracelet stark against the darkness.
He was silent for a long time before his voice finally, deeply broke the quiet. “Lotty, don’t you have anything to ask me?”
Charlotte kept her eyes on the road, her words cool and measured. “Herbert Nelson works for you, doesn’t he?”
Bradley’s grip on the wheel jerked. In that moment, he realized she’d broken through his firewalls, uncovered the secrets he’d tried so hard to bury.


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