Her Return: His Regret
“I deserve your hate. I deserve the probation, the surveillance, the way you look through me like I’m nothing. But Kevin, he didn’t ask for any of this. He didn’t ask to be the son of a coward.”
Destiny stepped back toward the elevator path. “This isn’t a negotiation. This is mercy. I could ruin you tomorrow, your career, your name, your access to anything that still matters. Instead I’m giving you an out.
Take it. For his sake. Let him grow up in peace. Without ever knowing the man who threw away the woman who loved him enough to save his life.”
She turned. Coat swirling. Heels clicking against gravel.
Behind her, Ronan’s voice broke on her name—“Destiny…”—raw, pleading, almost a sob.