over her shoulders. Her lips were pale, her eyes red and swollen.
“Lois, please, I’m begging you… My mom committed suicide because of online bullying and depression. I don’t want to end up like her. Please, help me…”
Just as she was about to bend down to kneel, Nathan moved quickly, caught her, and pulled her into his arms. His face darkened, and he scolded her softly, “What are you doing?”
Jenny choked up, her voice fragile, full of tears. She lowered her gaze, trying to hold back the sobs.
“I… I just want to make it easier on Lois.”
At that point, Nathan’s patience snapped. His face twisted into a look of frustration, and he turned to me, his earlier tenderness vanishing.
“Lois, I didn’t come here to negotiate with you. I’ve already made up my mind. If you refuse to sign, don’t blame me…”
I looked up at him, and he stopped mid-sentence. But I knew what he was going to say.
He was going to say, “Lois, you know how I handle things. I’ve got a hundred ways to make you sign those papers. You can drag this out and fight me in court, but you’ll never beat the lawyers from Baldwin Group.”
Those were his exact words in my last life.
It didn’t take long before I was framed and sent to a hotel room with several male escorts, the perfect evidence for my so-called affair.
