Ana's POV
Each word I uttered struck Ridley like a blade to his chest.
My every sentence drained more color from his face, until his eyes went hollow and lifeless again.
I watched his hand—the one braced against my door—shake as it curled into a tight fist.
I was ready to slam the door shut and be done with this pathetic drunk.
But the bastard kept shoving against it with all his weight.
Ridley's voice slurred, "Ana, this mess is on me. But Aileen... you stole the life that should've been hers. I'm settling your debt."
Ridley finally grasped why I'd acted so wildly some time back—why I'd been hell-bent on divorce no matter what.
I'd known everything. He'd made me the scapegoat to shield Aileen, even shattered my bones.
No wonder he'd sensed something off about me before; I despised him.
I was done with his bullshit excuses.
I didn't want to waste another breath arguing with him.
