Chapter 6
Christian came back that night with cameras outside and rage inside.
Security stopped him at the door.
He smiled for the hallway.
“My fiancée needs me.”
Eleanor stepped out.
“Your fiancée revoked your access.”
His face twitched.
“She’s not capable of that.”
I heard every word from bed.
Eleanor’s voice stayed calm.
“Would you like to repeat that for the police officer behind you?”
Silence.
Then Christian entered anyway because celebrity opens doors even after locks change.
A hospital administrator followed, sweating.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Graves, he insisted—”
Eleanor turned slowly.
“That will be in my report.”
Christian ignored her and came to my bed.
His eyes searched my bandages.
“My love.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Relief flashed across his face.
I was awake.
That meant he could perform.
He reached for my hand.
I pulled away.
Cameras were not inside, so his voice changed.
“You’re confused.”
“No.”
“You’re hurt and being manipulated.”
I laughed softly.
“That sounds familiar.”
His eyes hardened.
“Genevieve, you need me.”
“No. You needed my face. My name. My silence.”
His mouth opened.
Eleanor placed a tablet on the bed.
Gabriel’s recording began to play.
If she’s left scarred, even better.
Christian went still.
The words filled the room.
She’ll need me.
Dr. Lawson adjusted a few things.
Leo is already four.
The administrator backed away.
Christian looked at me.
“Gen—”
“You paid someone to burn me.”
“No.”
“You poisoned my pregnancies.”
“No.”
“You have a son.”
His silence answered.
Police stepped into the room.
Christian finally understood.
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This was not a lover’s quarrel.
This was evidence.
