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Chapter 486
Chapter 486:
He looked like a man who had been dragged through the wreckage of his own life. His expensive suit was wrinkled and stained with dried blood and spilled wine from the Beasley dining room. His hair was disheveled. His eyes were bloodshot and sunken, ringed with dark, bruised circles.
He moved down the hallway with slow, heavy steps — completely hollowed out by the terror of watching June press the glass to her own throat.
He reached her door and stopped.
Through the small rectangular observation window, Cole looked inside.
He saw June. He saw her arms wrapped tightly around Easton’s waist. He saw Easton’s bandaged hand moving gently through her hair. He saw the way June leaned into the touch — completely relaxed, completely surrendered.
A violent, physical pain tore through Cole’s chest. It felt like a serrated blade being twisted directly into his heart.
His lungs seized. The jealousy was a toxic acid burning the back of his throat — but it was instantly crushed beneath a heavier, more suffocating weight: absolute guilt. He wanted to kick the door open. He wanted to tear Easton away from her. But his feet were rooted to the floor. He remembered the blood on her neck. He remembered that he was the monster who had put the knife in her hand.
𝗦h𝖺rе 𝘺о𝘶𝗿 𝗳а𝘷о𝗋𝘪𝘵𝖾ѕ 𝘧𝗋о𝗺 ѕ.com
Cole slowly backed away from the door. He turned and stumbled down the hallway, fleeing the scene of his own destruction.
He walked straight into the psychiatric wing of the hospital, bypassed the reception desk, and pushed open the door to the Chief of Psychiatry’s office.
The doctor jolted up from his desk. “Mr. Compton! You cannot simply p>
“Give me her file,” Cole said. His voice was a low, feral growl. “Give me June’s complete psychological evaluation. Now p>
The doctor’s face hardened. “Absolutely not, Mr. Compton. That is a flagrant violation of HIPAA and medical ethics. I could lose my license. You need to leave this office immediately, or I will call security p>
Cole slammed his fist onto the desk, rattling the computer monitor. He leaned forward, dropping his voice to a lethal whisper. “I have a team that can pull that file from your server in the next five minutes. The only difference is that if you refuse, I will personally fund a dozen malpractice lawsuits against you and this hospital until you are nothing but a footnote in a legal textbook p>
The doctor swallowed hard, his professional resolve warring with genuine fear. He held his ground. “Get out of my office p>
Cole stared at him for a long, cold moment, then turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him. He dropped into a hard plastic chair in the empty hallway and sent a single text to his head of security: I want the file. Now.
Fifteen minutes later, a junior records clerk — eyes wide with terror and pockets heavy with cash — slipped a thick, sealed manila envelope into the hands of one of Cole’s men in a service stairwell. The envelope was on Cole’s lap less than a minute after that.
His hands were shaking violently as he tore it open.