Chapter 20
“Sloan, I know I was wrong, I shouldn’t have sent you those messages. Please forgive me Please, I’m begging you.”
Carol was on her knees, banging her forehead against the floor so hard in sounded the she was ready to crack her skull open if Sloan didn’t forgive her.
Sloan’s gaze drifted over Carol’s brittle, straw–like hair and her frail, bony frame. If it we for that familiar voice, she wouldn’t have recognized this pathetic woman as the same arrogant, sharp–tongued Carol from three years ago.
“Fine. I forgive you.”
Sloan wasn’t sure how she really felt about it. It had been years since any of this matered to her. She didn’t even care about Wyatt anymore, let alone Carol.
Sloan had long understood that if it hadn’t been Carol, it would have been someone else Men who have the urge to cheat will always find a way to do it.
That’s why she didn’t hate Carol. In fact, a part of her was grateful–Carol had helped ne see Wyatt’s true colors sooner rather than later.
It had been her escape ticket.
Sloan’s calm response lit up Wyatt’s face. “You’ve finally forgiven m””
Wyatt pulled her into his arms, his hands already sliding up under her shirt like it was second nature.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you these last three years, Sloan. I’ve been going crazy without you. I’ve waited so long for this moment.”
His shaky voice and the tears glinting in his eyes betrayed his overwhelming emotion
Sloan shoved his hands away. “What the hell are you doing?! I’m a married woman. This is
assault!”
“Liar!” Wyatt’s smile faltered, but he quickly recovered. “You lied to me about Brielle not being my daughter, but I did a paternity test! You think you can fool me twice? And this whole marriage thing–it’s fake, right? I knew it. My Sloan would never leave me.”
Before Sloan could react, Wyatt pushed her down beneath him, his mouth crashing against hers like he was reclaiming a lost treasure. His lips moved hungrily, savoring her like he’d just found something precious after years of loss.
Sloan struggled with everything she had, but his strength pinned her down. His mouth was relentless, taking what he wanted without permission.
“This man is insane!” Sloan screamed in her head.
When his hands started working at her clothes, Sloan’s eyes widened in terror. She sank her teeth into his tongue, hard. Wyatt jerked back with a sharp cry, stumbling away as tears welled in his eyes and blood dripped from his mouth.
“You’re crazy!” Sloan screamed, clutching her tom blouse as she scrambled toward the door. “Help! Somebody help me!”
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But she barely made it two steps before Wyatt yanked her back. He tore at her blouse, his breathing ragged and wild.
“Yes, I’m crazy!” he growled. His eyes were wild with desperation and madness. “I’ve thought about you every second of these last three years! I prayed to God to bring you back to me–even if it cost me my life, I would’ve gladly paid the price! And now that I finally have you back, I’m not letting you go again!”
Wyatt’s hand slid lower, forcing Sloan’s body to stiffen in fear.
The next second-
Wyatt was ripped off of her and thrown to the ground with a brutal thud. Before he could even register what had happened, Tristan kicked him hard–twice–right in the ribs.
Then Tristan turned, shrugged off his jacket and draped it over Sloan’s trembling shoulders. His eyes blazed with fury, his jaw tight.
“Honey, are you okay?” His voice was low and sharp with controlled rage. “I’m so sorry I’m late. You’re safe now–I’ve got you.”
Tears shimmered in Sloan’s eyes as she stumbled toward him, her knees buckling. Tristan caught her easily, holding her tight against his chest. “He’s crazy,” her hands fisted in his shirt as a broken sob escaped her throat.
“Take me out of here, Tristan. Please, I don’t want yo be here.”
Sloan buried her face in his chest, clutching him like he was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.
