Julian's thoughts had collapsed into one word: *Please.* He knelt in dirty rainwater, his tailored trousers soaked through.
"Elena, please." His face was wet with tears and rain. He crawled toward me with one hand out. "Think of what we had. The years we built together. There was love there, Elena. I know there was. You can’t throw it all away. You can’t throw *me* away."
*The love angle. She was always sentimental about our beginning. It’s the only card I have left. Make her remember. Make her hesitate.*
When his fingers came within an inch of my boot, I stepped on his hand and drove the stiletto heel of my Louboutin down.
Bone cracked. His scream carried through the warehouse.
I bent close enough to make him hear me. "You loved the way my success made you look, Julian. That was all.
