Chapter 105

"I'll stay here while recovering. I'll move back once I'm better." Evelyn Sullivan tightened the blanket around her shoulders, her voice barely audible.

Ethan Sullivan's cigarette snapped between his fingers, ashes scattering across the black marble coffee table.

"What about Vincent White?"

"Dead."

Evelyn's head jerked up, her pupils contracting. "You did it?"

"Cliff dive." Ethan brushed nonexistent dust from his sleeve. "By the time they found him, wild wolves had picked his bones clean."

Even if the fall hadn't killed him, he would've finished the bastard himself.

"And Tyler Laurier..."

"Turned himself in." Ethan suddenly leaned in, closing the distance between them. "Was a mere MY employee worth such an elaborate scheme?"

Evelyn's fingers clenched the edge of the blanket. "Tyler sent me to sign a contract. Vincent tried to coerce me into sleeping with him. I beat him up instead."

Ethan's lips curled into a cold smile. "Firing you would've been simpler."

"Sophia is my best friend!" Her temple throbbed. "As for why Vincent dragged Tyler into this—since when do psychopaths need reasons?"

The air froze between them.

"Rest." Ethan turned sharply, the fabric of his suit pants cutting a clean line through the air. "Ring if you need anything."

The moment the door clicked shut, Evelyn collapsed onto the sofa like a puppet with its strings cut.

That afternoon, Sophia burst in, nearly knocking over the medicine bowl.

"Do you know I almost called the police?" Her eyes were red as she yanked Evelyn's collar aside to inspect the wounds. "That bastard Tyler—"

"Still breathing." Evelyn swatted her hand away. "Keep touching and I'll charge you."

Sophia tossed a stack of documents onto the table. "This shady contract is enough to put Tyler away for life. You're really destroying it?"

"Yes."

"Afraid Ethan will find out you're MY's real owner?" Sophia leaned in suddenly. "Don't tell me...you're having second thoughts?"

Evelyn's fingers twitched, the medicine spoon clinking against the bowl.

"The divorce papers are signed."

Yet in her midnight dreams, she still saw Ethan carrying her bloodied body out of the warehouse. Moonlight had caught the rigid line of his jaw—an expression of sheer anguish.

Before leaving, Sophia turned back. "Tyler keeps demanding to see you from his jail cell."

The police arrived with the same message on their third visit.