The Billionaire's Forgotten Bride
But as Zara’s eyes scanned Camera 4 the main wrought-iron security gate her blood turned to ice.
A black SUV was parked just outside the gate, its headlights cutting through the heavy rain. Standing in front of the gate, gripping the iron bars with both hands, was a man.
He was soaked to the bone, his white shirt plastered to his chest. Even through the grainy, rain-streaked camera feed, Zara recognized the broad shoulders and the desperate, unyielding posture.
It was Ethan. "Mommy," Leo pointed at the screen, his little brow furrowing. "That's the man from the park. The bad man. Why is he standing in the rain? He's going to get pneumonia."