Chapter 3

Sabrina's Point-of-View

There were still seven days left before the cooling-off period for the divorce ended. During that time, Micah hadn't returned to the penthouse even once.

That night, I wandered aimlessly and found myself in a quiet bookstore. To my surprise, I spotted Rowena inside, packing up her belongings.

She was still wearing that faded button-down shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, revealing the cut on her arm that hadn't fully healed.

Suddenly, she looked up and saw me. Her eyes lit up as she hurried over.

"Thank you for helping me when I got injured that day. My boyfriend wants to treat you to dinner."

In my past life, Micah once said that Rowena was different from the women who chased his wealth—that her eyes were clear and untouched, like a blank sheet of paper.

I used to think that was laughable. But now, meeting her clear, sincere gaze, I couldn't find a single word to argue back.

"That's not necessary. I was just passing by," I said, brushing it off.

I pulled her gently into the cafe next door. As soon as we sat down, her eyes suddenly turned red.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She looked down, tears slipping past her lashes. "I think I'm pregnant. But he's been avoiding me these past few days. Do you think he doesn't want the baby?"

So they had already slept together.

I should have expected it, but the truth still hit me hard. It felt like a cold hand had wrapped around my heart, squeezing it.

I had once foolishly hoped that Micah's obsession with her was just a phase and that he would grow tired and eventually return to me.

But it seemed I had just been deluding myself.

"Do you think he's seeing someone else?"

That single question sent a chill down my spine.

If she found out that Micah had a wife, given her kind nature, she would surely walk away. And knowing what kind of man he was, he would unleash his full wrath on me—and on my sister, Roberta Slater.

In my past life, when Roberta got into a car accident, Micah was the first to get the call. But he stopped the doctors from trying to save her.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to stay calm.

"No. Don't overthink it," I told her softly.

After comforting her, I made up an excuse and stepped away to the restroom. Then, I pulled out my phone and called Denton.

"Move Roberta's flight to Valebrook up to tonight. Get her a ticket on the next flight out, and tell her to head to the airport—now."

The moment I hung up, I called Roberta. Her voice came through the speaker, warm and familiar—yet it made my body go rigid.

"Rina, did you and Micah have a fight?" she asked.

I wanted to tell her the truth—that in our past life, she died. As for me, Micah broke my legs, leaving me crippled for life, and had me locked in a psychiatric hospital.

He wouldn't allow anyone to threaten the life he built with Rowena.

The memories swirled violently in my mind. I bit down hard on my lip to keep myself from crying.

"Rina, no matter what you do, I'm always on your side. We're all we have," Roberta said.

Her voice was full of warmth, and somehow, that made me even more afraid.

I was terrified that Micah would find out she was leaving, then lose control like he did in the past and try to stop her.

Terrified that this call was being monitored.

Terrified that all my plans would fall apart.

And more than anything, I was terrified Roberta wouldn't get away fast enough and that he would catch her again.

"I love you, Berta. Wait for me. We'll be together soon."