Lucy's fingers dug so deep into the bedsheets that her nails nearly broke. She couldn't bring herself to meet Edward's eyes, her gaze darting around in fear.
Edward stood tall in front of her, his figure casting a dark shadow over her. His eyes were cold and sharp, like a blade slicing through her defenses, leaving her nowhere to hide.
"What did you do to my wife?"
Lucy's face drained of color, a fine sheen of sweat forming on her forehead. "It—it was Natalie! She asked me to help draft the divorce papers! I was just handing them over! It has nothing to do with me!"
Edward slid one hand into his pocket, his gaze remaining icy. "I don't have all day. Two minutes—this is your last chance to tell the truth."
His voice was low, but there was an authority in it that made it clear there wou
