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For ten years of our marriage, whenever Damian Blackwood cheated, I was the one who cleaned up his messes.
It had become an open secret, whispered throughout the elite circles of Los Angeles.
Until he started toying with a viral model from Texas and carelessly knocked her up.
As was my routine, I threw down a ten million dollar check, ordering her to have an abortion and disappear.
But that very night, as Amber Lynn lay in the hospital, tears streaming down her face, Damian lost all control and kicked the door open.
"Who told you to lay a hand on her?"
"Claire, Amber isn't like the others. I'm keeping this child."
"From today onwards, you are to take care of her every need. If anything happens to the child, you'll be held solely responsible!"
His investment partner, standing nearby, tried to placate me:
"Mrs. Blackwood, this is just a passing fancy for him. Don't take it to heart. Amber is merely a pretty plaything; how could she ever measure up to you?"
"Making a bit of a fuss is one thing, but that should be the end of it. You wouldn't actually dare to divorce him, would you? You've endured this for ten years; this time will be no different."
He had cheated hundreds of times before, and each time, I was the one managing the public relations fallout.
Everyone said I was hopelessly devoted to Damian, that I'd sooner die than leave his side.
But this time, I suddenly felt… weary.

Gilded Cage, Broken Wings

"Their deaths were accidental, but you can't escape your culpability. Prepare yourself for a lawsuit."


A single sentence made his expression freeze, his eyes lifting in disbelief.


"They were all working perfectly fine in the villa, how could they not have escaped?"


The assistant's face was grim; after a long, strained silence, he finally managed to utter,


"Sir, they said when the bodyguards were discovered, they were all lying outside the bedroom door, without any breath, and no signs of a struggle."


Damian knew exactly what those words implied.


His heart felt as if it had been savagely torn apart, a horrifying truth slowly dawning in his mind.


He couldn't bring himself to believe it, shutting his eyes in despair.


"First, handle their funeral arrangements. Tomorrow, arrange compensation for their families."


"And... Claire's whereabouts—keep searching!"


Sleepless all night, Damian knelt in the pouring rain.


Chapter 11