Julian had to be injected with a sedative as they rushed back home. Calls repeatedly came in on both Julian's and Leslie's phones, so she switched both of them off. The weight on her heart deepened even more as she looked over at Julian on their matrimonial bed, looking pale and haggard. The sedative had taken a long time to take effect. He clenched her wrist tightly leaving red marks because of the intensity of his grip as she sat down beside him, tears streaming down her face.The dull lighting of the magnificent bedroom casting dim shades on Julian's face.
"Oh, Julian, I can't bear to see you in this pain. How could Alexander deliberately trigger you like this?" Her hatred was bone-deep. But what she found confusing were Vanessa's words: *This is only the beginning.*
*What did she mean by that?* She knew Vanessa could be bratty, but that level of hatred?, and for what reason? Her mind reeled. Her dad was on his deathbed, her art exhibit failed, the Blackwood name is in the mud, an
