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Chapter 473
Chapter 473:
Alycia stood alone against the wall. The teacup poodle whimpered in her arms. The humiliation burned through her veins, curdling slowly into something toxic and blinding.
June had ruined everything. Even when she ignored them entirely, she held complete dominion over Cole’s mind.
Alycia pulled her phone from her designer bag, her hands trembling with rage. She dialed her mother’s number.
“Mom,” she whispered, her voice laced with pure malice. “She was just here. That woman was just here with a lawyer p>
Susan Beasley’s sharp voice came through the speaker. “Calm down, Alycia. What happened p>
“Cole humiliated me,” Alycia sobbed, her face twisting into an ugly scowl. “I want her to suffer. I want to destroy the only thing she has left p>
Susan let out a dark, unhurried chuckle. “Consider it done, sweetheart. I already spoke to the receptionist. That white rabbit of hers is being discharged tomorrow morning p>
Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “I am going to buy off one of the night-shift orderlies. Before she even wakes up tomorrow, that animal will be gone p>
“I want it dead,” Alycia hissed, her eyes wide and unhinged. “I want to watch her lose her mind p>
“Leave the details to me,” Susan promised.
𝖱𝖾𝘢𝗱 𝘧𝘳𝘦e nov𝖾𝘭𝘀 о𝘯
Alycia hung up. She wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand. A cold, slow smile stretched across her lips.
Tomorrow morning, June Erickson was going to experience true hell.
The interior of the black Porsche was quiet as it merged onto the FDR Drive. The tension from the hospital encounter still lingered in the air, thick and heavy.
June leaned her head back against the leather headrest, closed her eyes, and let out a long, exhausted sigh. She pressed her fingers against her temples, trying to massage away the headache building behind her eyes.
Easton kept his left hand on the steering wheel and glanced at her pale face.
“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice a smooth, calming baritone. “Or is the sight of your ex-husband still making you nauseous p>
June opened her eyes and stared blankly at the passing traffic.
“I just don’t understand it, Easton,” she said, her voice heavy with frustration. “He has Alycia. He has his precious heir on the way. Why does he refuse to sign the divorce papers? What is the point of dragging this out p>
She viewed Cole’s actions purely through the lens of a corporate tyrant.
“He just wants to torture me,” she concluded, her voice going cold. “He wants to prove that he owns me — that I can’t escape his control p>
Easton kept his eyes on the road. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his dark irises gleamed with quiet, calculating precision.
He had seen the look on Cole’s face in the hallway — the raw, bleeding desperation, the feral jealousy. He knew exactly why Cole wouldn’t sign. Cole was completely, obsessively in love with June, and the guilt of what he had done to her was eating him alive.