Chapter 27
A ngus Graham can burn in hell.
Not only did he lure me into the car, holding me at gunpoint while his men gunned their engines to chase after Helen, but he also wasted precious moments—moments we’ll never get back. He talked in circles until I knocked him out. Time lost. Time stolen.
Today should have been a celebration. Finding out the gender of our baby was meant to be the start of forever—not the end before it even had a chance.
We should be celebrating our engagement, making plans to go public. Instead, Helen is sobbing in my arms as we scramble to make plans to hide her, to ensure her safety—and that of our unborn child.
Angus just cost me the love of my life and my unborn daughter. I’ll be damned if he lives a peaceful existence after tearing my world out from under my feet.
Watching Donna and Seamus pack Helen’s things into boxes feels like watching my future unravel before my eyes. And when Donna gently pulls Helen away, the heartbreak etched into her face as she cradles her swollen belly will haunt me for the rest of my days.
Angus Graham will pay for this—if it’s the last thing I do.