Chapter 577
Chapter 576:
That memory was a rusted blade that had lived inside his chest ever since. He had done terrible, unforgivable things to get her back — manipulated her, trapped her, married her while she was at her most vulnerable.
And now she was quietly consulting a divorce attorney, preparing to tear up their contract and take Aaden away.
Justin’s breathing turned ragged. The exhaustion evaporated, replaced by a pure, unadulterated, possessive madness. His eyes went dark and feral.
The water in the bathroom shut off.
A moment later, the door clicked open.
Carmen stepped into the dim bedroom wearing a white terrycloth robe, a towel wrapped around her wet hair. She was humming softly to herself.
She looked up and gasped, her hand flying to her chest.
Justin was standing motionless in the shadows by the vanity, his tall, broad frame radiating a suffocating, terrifying stillness.
𝗕𝖾 th𝘦 𝗳𝗶𝘳ѕ𝘁 to r𝖾𝖺d 𝗈𝘯 ѕ.𝖼оm
“Justin,” Carmen breathed, her heart pounding from the fright. “You scared me. I didn’t hear you come in. Why are you standing in the dark p>
Justin did not answer. He stepped out of the shadows.
He moved toward her slowly, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. The predatory energy rolling off him made the hair on Carmen’s arms stand up. She took an instinctive step backward, her bare feet retreating across the plush carpet.
She moved until her shoulders met the cold painted wall beside the bathroom door. She had nowhere left to go.
Justin stopped inches from her. He towered over her. She could smell the rain on his clothes and the dark, bitter edge of his anger beneath it.
He raised his right hand slowly and held the crushed, crumpled business card directly in front of her face.
“Explain this to me, Carmen,” he said. His voice was a low, vibrating whisper — somehow more dangerous than a shout. “Tell me exactly how you plan to tear up our prenup. Tell me where you think you are going to take my son p>
The air in the bedroom turned to lead.
Carmen stared at the crumpled business card in Justin’s fist. The moment her eyes focused on the name Davis, all the blood drained from her face. Her skin turned the color of ash.
She reached out instinctively. “Justin, wait p>
Justin’s arm shot up, holding the card out of her reach. His jaw was locked so tight the muscles along it twitched visibly.
“Do not lie to me,” he said, his voice cracking with a raw, desperate fury. “If you wanted to leave, you should have looked me in the eye. Why go to the most vicious divorce lawyer in Washington behind my back p>
He stepped closer, his chest brushing against hers. His frame completely eclipsed the light in the room, casting her in shadow.
“Is the Collins cage too tight for you?” he demanded, his breath hot against her face. “Did you think I would just let you pack a bag and walk out p>
Carmen’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. The sheer force of his paranoia pressed against her like a physical weight. She flattened herself against the wall, her eyes wide and bright with unshed tears.