CHAPTER THIRTY
“That sneaky son of a bitch.” Max held his waist, staring at the closed doors. “Guess this is why he’s so successful in business. Pulling stunts like this. How did he find out about you?”
“Through a private investigator.”
“Figures.” He walked to the window and pulled at the curtain. “How long has it been since we last saw each other?”
“Ten years.”
“That’s too damn long, Marta.” He pushed his head into the curtain. “I don’t know what hurts worse. You banishing me from your life or you showing up like this?”
“I hate myself.” She sniffled. “I hate I blame myself for how you’ve turned out and I hate that I still care about you. Max, it breaks my heart to see you like this. I don’t know why you’re blackmailing this woman but this isn’t you.” She sobbed. “It isn’t you.”
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