Chapter 12
Renee stood there, dripping wet and looking like a total wreck.
“I’m carrying your child. This cold water could hurt the baby. I’ve known each other since childhood–don’t you feel anything for me anymore?”
Joel almost laughed, voice cold as ice. “Feel anything? If you hadn’t faked being Vesper back then, you really think I’d have looked at you twice? You wrecked my life and destroyed how Lyra saw me. You think I’d just let that slide?
”
He glanced at the bodyguards. “What are you waiting for? Do it.”
The guys grabbed Renee and tossed her into the pool.
She could swim, but the water was brutal–freezing her to the bone. Her whole body shook, teeth chattering as she fought to reach the edge. Just as her fingers gripped the poolside, Joel stomped down on them.
Renee screamed, face going pale as she lost her grip and slipped back into the icy water. Crimson streaks swirled through the pool.
Joel’s gaze hardened, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
‘Lyra, did you see that? I’ve avenged you. Come back to me.‘
Half an hour later, the bodyguards hauled Renee to the hospital. She tried to fight, but Joel had it all set up–the baby was getting aborted today, no matter what.
As the anesthesia kicked in, Renee blacked out.
When she came to, she was on a cold hospital bed, stomach hollow, eyes raw from crying. She snapped—hurling pillows, cups, even her shoes across the room.
The nurses, completely done with her meltdown, called Joel.
“Mr. Fenwick, if you don’t come soon, she’s gonna tear the place apart.”
She didn’t think he’d actually come, but he did. He stepped into the wrecked room, eyes on her pale face, voice like frost.
“I’ve got two more scores to settle. I was gonna wait till you recovered, but clearly, you’re tougher than you look.”
The madness drained from her eyes. She curled up like a scared cat.
“I–I’m not fully recovered yet…”
Joel strolled over and lifted her chin.
“That party–you ripped your mouth on purpose and blamed Lyra for shoving a bracelet in it. You also cracked a vase over her head.”
He clapped once. Two bodyguards brought in a massive box. Inside? Ten vases and half a box of bracelets.
Renee’s face drained of color. She shook violently, then scrambled down, kneeling and begged.
