Page 166 of The Betrayal

I throw her a pen, then dial Keaton's number—on an unknown number of course—and turn it onto speaker. I hold it against her ear, and I watch as the tears fall down her cheeks.

“Hello?”

She chokes on her tears, her breath stuttering at the back of her throat. She looks so pretty when she cries.

“Hello,” she inhales.

“Oh, baby,” you can hear the relief in his voice.

“Fucking spit it out.” I grumble, getting annoyed already.

“Are you okay? Where are you? Has he hurt you?” And she cries silent tears. Wish I felt sorry for her. But I don't. Not even an ounce. Always swore I never had a heart. Even when I murdered my mum and watched the life seep out of her eyes. Didn't cry. Felt no remorse. Even putting the call into Xavier about killing my dad. Would have done it myself, but I wanted someone to owe me something and he was perfect. Silly old cunt.

“I am divorcing you.” She forces out, hand over her mouth to stop the sound of her cries from filling the phone line.

“Ari…”

“I'm done. I can't forgive you for betraying me.”

Interesting.

“I didn't mean it, I did it for you, for yours and your dad’s relationship.”

“I don't care.”

Liar.

“Blossom, please, I'll do anything, what do you want?”

Blossom. Sickening.

“For you to leave me alone, the papers are signed. It's over.”

“Ari,” but I snatch the phone off her.

“It's done,” and I cut the phone off. “Now sign the fucking papers.”

And once she is done, I drag her back to her knees and take the fucking photo that will break her daddy’s heart.

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

KEATON

My phone rings with an unknown number and I answer it on the first ring. I press it onto speaker and twist my finger at Nate to start tracking the call.

“Hello?”

The line is silent for a moment, and I hear a sniffle.

It's her.

“Hello,” I hear the sharp intake of breath, the way it shudders on her inhale and my chest caves in.

“Oh baby,” relief swarms me in an instant and then I hear him in the background.

“Fucking spit it out.”

And my blood boils.