Lacy’s POV
“And I never want to see your face again,” he spits, his words driving a sword through my heart.
“Vincent, you really believe…”
“Shut up,” he interrupts. “You don’t deserve to speak, you’re just a money-hungry w***e. I knew that about you from the first day we met at the bar, but I decided to be blinded by love.”
“Vincent, I didn't do anything, I am innocent, please believe, I would never do that to you, I don’t even know about the land,” I sob, clutching onto his soft cotton shirt.
“Get your hands off me. If you didn't do it, why is the money still in your account? You only care about money, nothing else,” he yells. “You will now take your things and get out of my Pack, never come back.”
“He should kill you, but he’s merciful,” Vincent's mother sneers.
“Please,” I whimpe
