Richard didn’t sleep much that night. He lay in bed, but his mind refused to rest. He kept thinking about the look on Ann’s face when she was packing. The heartbreak in her eyes. The tears that had stained her cheeks. It haunted him. She had really believed she needed to leave for his sake. She had really thought she wasn’t worthy of being with him. And all because of his father. Victor Knight. A man used to getting his way. A man who thought money could buy loyalty, control love, and fix everything. But Richard had made his decision. And tomorrow, he was going to make it clear once and for all. No more being torn in two. No more playing the obedient son. He was a father now.
The next morning, Richard stood outside his father’s estate. The mansion loomed tall and cold, like a castle with
