I couldn't believe Bertram would go this far for Alexis.

Then my phone buzzed in my pocket.

I looked at the caller ID and clung to it like a drowning woman grasping the last lifeline she'd ever get. I pressed myself into the corner, answered the call, and thrust the screen toward the mob.

"Don't touch me! My fiance will kill every last one of you!"

The two men at the front squinted at the name on the screen, exchanged a glance, then burst out laughing.

"Aiden Vance? That ghost of a CEO who makes people disappear? Sweetheart, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Aiden Vance? The untouchable devil who owns both sides of the law? And you, some cast-off piece of trash your own husband threw away, you're claiming he's your fiance?"

But the next second, a low voice cut through the phone speaker.

Even through a screen, the sheer force of it was suffocating.

"I dare anyone to touch her."

A gust swept through the room. Something thin and flat sliced across the lead thug's face and embedded itself in the wall behind him.

It all happened in a heartbeat, but the man clutching his face and howling in agony told the whole story.

The thug beside him went white as a sheet.

"It's... it's him..."

Seconds later, a dark stain spread between the man's legs.

With Aiden Vance's protection hanging over me, I made all dozen of them sit down and digitally edit over a hundred fake nude photos of Bertram and Alexis together.

I admired the stack of printed photos, then ordered the men downstairs to hand them out like flyers in front of the hospital.

They wanted to smear me? Fine. I'd give them something real to talk about.

It wasn't long before chaos erupted through the building.

I slipped out in the commotion, gathering my things as I went.

In the VIP suite, Bertram had his hand inside Alexis's blouse. Neither of them had the faintest idea what was unfolding outside.

I barely spared them a glance. I pulled out my phone, sent him one final email, and walked away without looking back.

A black sedan was waiting behind the hospital.

The moment I climbed in, calls and messages flooded in like a death knell.

I powered off the phone, calm as still water, and tossed it out the window.

This was only the beginning. From here on out, I would dismantle every single person who had ever hurt me and my children. One by one.