Chapter 30

Andrew Lucas's eyes burned crimson, like a demon clawing its way from hell.

Susan Thompson instinctively stepped back, hiding her bandaged left hand behind her.

"Andrew, why are you here?"

"Susan, are you with Ethan Sullivan now?" His voice was icy. "Throwing yourself at any man who looks your way—how pathetic."

Susan laughed, the sound laced with bitter mockery.

"Mr. Lucas, we've been over for a long time. Who I'm with is none of your business."

The title "Mr. Lucas" stabbed through Andrew's heart like a blade.

He had seen Ethan drop her off, their lingering farewell.

What had they been doing together all night?

"I'll move out within two weeks." Susan pulled out her keys. "Now step aside."

"Move where? Ethan's place? Or Henry Bartley's?" Andrew seized her wrist. "Susan, are you that desperate for men?"

"Yes, I am." Her smile was careless. "Whatever you say, Mr. Lucas."

"Susan!"

The door crashed open as Andrew shoved her against the wall.

"Since you're so shameless, I'll oblige you."

Susan's lips curved, but her eyes were hollow.

"Too bad I'm not selling myself to you."

The words ignited Andrew's fury.

Pain radiated through her limbs, and Susan felt death creeping close.

But she couldn't die.

Daniel was waiting for her.

When it was over, Susan curled in the corner, blood seeping through her bandages.

"Playing dead?" Andrew yanked her up by the shoulders. "Look at me!"

Tear tracks streaked Susan's face.

"Don't touch me..." Her whisper was barely audible. "We're divorced..."

Andrew noticed her bloodied hand.

"A sympathy ploy?" He ripped off the bandage with a cold laugh.

Susan struggled to pull away, but his grip was iron.

"Andrew..." Her voice was a broken sigh. "We can't go back..."