Elowen’s POV
Julian’s fingers tightened on my wrist like iron bands, his grip suffocating and frantic. The heavy rain drizzled onto his shoulders, pasting his dark bangs to his forehead.
"Elowen, please... just look at me," Julian pleaded, his pitch dropping into a pathetically soft, pitiful whine. Gone was the high-handed, arrogant heir of the Vance family; standing in front of me was a desperate man clinging to a falling wall. "I was wrong. I was so damn stupid. I swear to God, I’ll force Sophia to get rid of the child tomorrow morning. I’ll clear her out of our lives completely! Just come home with me. We can start over—I’ll spend every single day making it up to you."
Force her to get rid of the child.
I looked into his bloodshot eyes, feeling a profound, chilling disgust that went
