Last night, all Sullivan did was stay late at work and come home a little late, and now Bethany had completely disappeared!
Her phone was off the entire time. He had people search every budget and luxury hotel in the city, but still, no sign of her.
In frustration, he thought, 'Where the hell did she go?'
Just as Sullivan was lost in thought, a familiar voice broke through his haze. "Sorry, I don't do interviews."
It was Bethany's voice. Sullivan's eyes narrowed as he locked onto the screen.
There she was, walking with another man toward a sleek, silver car, her face half-hidden behind her hand.
It was unmistakable—Bethany and Owen.
Sullivan's pupils constricted, his expression dark and dangerous.
'Of course! She's still hung up on him! Even during her period, she runs off to meet
