Chapter 228
Chapter 228:
“Listen to me,” he said, his eyes burning with a sick possessiveness. “If you want to stay, you don’t have to play these extreme games. Have the baby. I will allow the Compton family to keep the heir. You can stop this insane rebellion p>
For three agonizing seconds, the elevator was completely silent.
Then June began to laugh.
It was not a normal laugh. It was low, dark, and hollow — a sound that rose from the deepest and most broken part of her. It was the laugh of a woman who had just understood, with perfect clarity, that the man she once loved was not merely cruel, but fundamentally and irreparably stupid.
The sound stung Cole visibly. He recoiled slightly, his brow creasing with confusion and fresh anger.
“What the hell are you laughing at?” he roared.
June’s laughter stopped as if a switch had been thrown. Her face became a mask of absolute, freezing stone.
𝘑𝘰𝘪𝘯 o𝘶𝗋 𝗰o𝗺muո𝗶t𝘆 𝘰𝗻.с𝗈𝗺
She looked at him the way one looks at something already dead.
“You want your heir?” she whispered, her voice cutting through the air like a scalpel. “That’s a shame. Because your precious heir was nothing but a pool of blood on an operating table. It never even had the chance to form p>
The words drove straight into Cole’s chest.
A pool of blood. Operating table.
His arrogant mind processed those words through its own warped filter. He didn’t hear a medical emergency. He heard a deliberate, surgical termination.
“You got an abortion,” Cole breathed, his eyes widening in horror. His voice cracked under the weight of his own monstrous assumption. “You actually went to a clinic and let them — you murdered my baby just to get away from me p>
A wave of pure, bone-deep exhaustion moved through June.
She felt no need to explain the ectopic pregnancy. She had no desire to describe the ruptured fallopian tube, the massive internal hemorrhaging, or the fact that she had nearly died while he was buying diamonds for Alycia.
He wasn’t worth the breath.
June raised her hand, seized his wrist, and ripped it from her jaw.
She smoothed the lapels of her suit jacket with quiet, deliberate calm. She lifted her chin and looked down at the massive, trembling man before her.
“Think whatever you want, Cole,” she said, her voice soaked in freezing disdain. “But let’s be perfectly clear. A monster like you doesn’t deserve to be a father p>
The elevator chimed softly. The doors slid open. Two of Crawford’s elite security guards stood rigidly on either side of the exit. Seeing June step out first — unharmed, composed, and radiating cold command — they held their positions and said nothing, reading her silent order.
June didn’t look back. She stepped out of the elevator, her heels clicking in a steady, unhurried rhythm against the marble floor, leaving Cole completely alone in the cabin.
His knees buckled.
He collapsed backward, his spine sliding down the cold glass wall until he hit the floor. He sat there staring at the empty space where she had just stood, as a dark, suffocating wave of despair, hatred, and an overwhelming desire for self-destruction swallowed him whole.
Midnight.