Almost immediately, Roderick’s voice came through.
“Have you exited the terminal yet?” he asked. “I’ll have my assistant pick you up.”
Even after all these years, his voice hadn’t changed. It was still cold and distant, as if we were discussing business.
I chuckled dryly. “There’s no need for that. I can take a cab.”
Roderick didn’t expect my response and paused. After all, he had always looked after everything for me before.
During the years we lived together, every detail of my life—food, clothing, and daily needs—was taken care of. I even had a personal driver, so I never had to hail a cab.
After a moment of silence, Roderick spoke again. “Let Curtis pick you up. There’s a gift for Francesca in the trunk. I picked it out on your behalf, so make sure she gets it.”
He had always been attentive to Francesca. Six years ago, he had given her a lavish, once-in-a-lifetime wedding. He had even bid on a rare diamond and turned it into a custom wedding ring.
All of this proved one thing—Roderick loved Francesca.
“Got it,” I said flatly, eager to end the conversation.
However, he didn’t hang up right away. Instead, his voice took on a warning tone. “You’ve been abroad for six years, so I hope you’ve thought things through by now. Don’t cause trouble, and don’t even think about hurting Francesca.”
I froze, the noise around me fading into silence.
By then, Roderick had ended the call, and a bitter smile tugged at my lips.
His warning was unnecessary as I had no intention of doing anything. All I wanted now was to have a quiet life with Danny and a job that could support us.
…
As I left the airport, I pulled my cap lower over my face.
The passion I’d had at 18 had long since burned out. Even I couldn’t believe how far I had fallen.
In six years, I had hit rock bottom.
