Chapter 7
“I’d live in a trash heap if it meant being with you. But our baby is innocent, Zach. If Keira truly loved you, she would’ve accepted our child as her own. Instead, she sabotaged your grandfather’s birthday party and embarrassed the Twains! Someone like her—”
Before Abigail could finish venting her anger, the indifferent Zachary couldn’t help but interrupt her. “What right do you have to judge my wife? I once thought you were a sensible woman. But now, it seems to me that you don’t know your place.”
As he accepted the boarding pass from the staff, Zachary stared down at Abigail with icy indifference and said, “No matter how many children I might have out there, Keira will always be my one and only wife.
“Also, make sure to take all your things with you when you leave the mansion. I don’t want Keira getting upset the moment she comes home and sees anything related to you.”
Abigail froze in place with her face still wet with tears before letting out a strangled laugh at his retreating figure.
“Wow, Zachary. I never thought you’d turn out even more naive than me. Do you really think she’s ever coming back after everything you’ve done to hurt her?”
They say women knew women best, but Zachary never took Abigail’s words to heart as he left with long strides.
He knew me, his wife.
No matter how cross I had been with him over the past nine years, all he had to do was sincerely apologize and buy me a few gifts I liked, and it’d all be water under the bridge.
But then again, I was furious enough to serve him divorce papers this time.
Just buying my usual favorites wouldn’t cut it.
After thinking it over for a long time, Zachary headed straight to a tattoo parlor the moment he stepped off the plane.
He pulled out a design I’d sent to him five years ago and said to the tattoo artist, “I’m in a hurry. Don’t bother with the numbing cream.”
Seven hours later, Zachary walked out of the tattoo parlor in a blood–stained white shirt.
Then, he purchased gifts worth several million dollars and 999 pure white roses.
Zachary, who had gone nearly 48 hours without sleep, drove tirelessly to a vineyard on the outskirts of Lynnview.
As he drove down the highway, he went over his carefully planned apology in his head. He
But no matter how he played it out in his head, the first words he would
Doth nervous and excited.
say to me were always heartfelt.
“I missed you, Keira.”
Zachary finally found me in a foreign land.
But the flowers in his hand slipped from his grasp the moment he laid eyes on me.
I was nestled in the arms of a tall and handsome man as the sun set.
There was a carefree smile on my face that Zachary had never seen before as I gazed lovingly at the man. We fed each other
Zachary never got to say how much he missed me. All he could do was ask me dumbly, “Who is he?”
Christopher Peterson tightened his hold on me when he noticed that I had gone rigid.
sweet yet tart grapes.
“You must be Zachary Twain. I’ve seen your wedding photos with Keira. Tsk, you look even worse in person than in the pictures.”
Christopher’s teasing made the tension seep out of my body. I covered my mouth and giggled.
Zachary felt as if someone had punched him in the chest. He couldn’t help but clench his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms and broke skin.
“Since you came all this way, it’s only polite that I introduce myself. I’m Christopher Peterson, Keira’s…”
“Christopher Peterson? I see.”
