Easton was taken to the police station by the men I had hired. Leah, who had been restrained by them, was released and regained her mobility. However, she remained silent, clearly frightened by the way I had just beaten Easton.
As I stepped toward her, Leah instinctively recoiled, trembling with fear.
“Stay away! I’m pregnant; you can’t hit me!” she stammered.
When I didn’t stop, she screamed, “It’s Easton who wronged you, not me! Please, stay back!”
I had no intention of hitting a pregnant woman. If anything happened, I’d be responsible for it, and that wasn’t a situation I wanted to deal with. Just imagining it made me shudder.
I walked to the nightstand, eyeing the purse Easton had given her. I smiled and said, “Your name’s Leah, right? Let me make something clear. Easton is a
