Chapter 122
Chapter 122:
“We’re going to the Vance Estate,” Liam roared, shoving Lee toward the exit. “I’m going to get my wife p>
“Sir, you’re divorced,” Lee reminded him, terrified.
“Not in my eyes,” Liam said. “She is mine p>
Skye looked out the car window as the city lights blurred by. She wiped the last smudge of contouring from her neck. She felt the vibration of the engine, but she also felt a chill.
“He’s coming,” she said softly. “I know him. He’s coming to the Estate p>
The convoy of black SUVs arrived at the gates of the Vance Estate twenty minutes later. The iron gates were closed, and armed security guards stood with their arms crossed. Secretary Lee stepped out of the lead car. He looked nervous.
“Mr. Kensington wishes to speak with Ms. Sterling,” Lee said to the intercom.
“Private property,” the guard replied. “Go away p>
Inside the estate, Skye was sprinting up the stairs, shedding the red dress as she went. She ran into the guest bathroom, turning on the shower to full blast. She dunked her head under the spray, soaking her hair instantly. She grabbed a thick terry cloth robe, wrapped it around herself, and scrubbed her face with a towel until it was pink and raw.
“He’s at the gate,” Ethan shouted from the hallway. “Showtime p>
Skye took a deep breath. She walked onto the balcony and looked down at the driveway. The gravel crunched under her slippers. The wind was cold, biting through the damp fabric. She reached the gate and signaled the guard to open the pedestrian door.
Lee looked relieved. “Mrs. Kensington. Thank God. He’s… he’s in a state p>
“Where is he?” Skye asked.
Lee pointed to the stretch limousine parked in the shadows.
Skye walked to the car. The driver opened the back door.
She slid inside.
𝖩𝗼і𝗻 𝘵𝗵e 𝘤𝗈𝗆𝗺u𝗇i𝘵𝘺 𝘢t 𝗯𝖾.с𝗼m
It was dark. The partition was up. Liam sat on the far side, holding a small velvet box. He looked wrecked—his hair messy, his eyes bloodshot. He smelled of whiskey and that lingering smoke from the gala.
He looked at her. He saw the wet hair. The robe.
It confirmed Ethan’s lie. It confirmed she wasn’t Morgan. It also confirmed she was with Ethan.
“Come home, Skye,” Liam said. His voice was hoarse, broken.
“I am home,” Skye said calmly. “I live at The Spire. I’m visiting friends p>
“Friends don’t shower together,” Liam spat.
Then his face softened, shifting from anger to a desperate, manic pleading.
“I don’t care. I forgive you. Just come back.” He opened the velvet box.
Inside sat a massive pink diamond. It was flawless. It was huge. It was worth millions.
“I made a mistake,” Liam said, holding it out. “With Seraphina. With everything. Let’s start over. I bought this for you. It’s better than the old one p>
Skye looked at the ring. It glittered in the dim light of the car. It was beautiful.