She lowered her head, took out her phone, and prepared to call Ethan Ellsworth.
Herman Hawthorne grabbed her hand, a pained look in his eyes. "Zoe, go home first. I'll handle this!"
"I don't trust you!"
The very fact that he was trying so hard to stop her was why she didn't trust him. She couldn't let this woman have the child and bring it before her.
For the first time, she saw an expression in his eyes that she despised: a plea.
He was pleading with her.
Pleading with his wife not to harm this woman, at least for now.
Zoe Ellsworth's heart was bleeding.
At this very moment, she finally understood what he had said at the beginning: he could give her everything except a heart-pounding romance.
But in a marriage...
If there's no real, living love, what's the difference between that and a skeleton draped in skin?
'Nothing is ever as easy as you imagine.'
She had thought things were too simple at first, which only made the complexity stand out more now.
"Fine."
