The anonymous note stayed in Ethan’s pocket all evening.
Divorce Amelia if you want her alive.
He had faced hostile takeovers, courtroom battles, and people who wanted his company.
But this was different.
This wasn’t about Blackwood Enterprises.
This was about Amelia.
And their child.
Dinner at Black Manor was unusually quiet.
Amelia noticed immediately.
Ethan barely touched his food.
His mind was somewhere else.
She reached across the table and gently touched his hand.
“You’re hiding something.”
He looked at her.
“No.”
“Ethan.”
She smiled faintly.
“You forget.”
“I know when you’re lying.”
A small smile appeared on his face.
“You’ve become too good at reading me.”
“I had a good teacher.”
For a brief moment, they laughed.
But it didn’t last.
Later that night…
Daniel
