“Can you see his doom coming? Because I can feel it—like a storm closing in, dark and inevitable, and there’s nothing left to stop it.”
Ryan sat at the far end of the long, sleek conference table, his hands clenched tightly under the surface. The endless tirade of accusations against Estelle was pushing him to the edge, and what made it worse was Hunter’s unsettling calmness.
“Her actions were despicable,” one of the senior shareholders sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “It doesn't matter if that woman was his mistress—pushing someone into a pool, especially a mother, is unforgivable.”
Ryan’s jaw tightened. He could feel his blood begin to boil, the heat crawling up his neck and into his skull. For hours, they had slandered Estelle, spinning her into some kind of villain, and y
