Chapter 12
Marcus stopped in his tracks, a look of deep, agonizing shame crossing his face.
“You shouldn't have had to work in a bakery, Evelyn,” he said, his voice dropping into a pained gravel.
“You were carrying my heirs while I had hundreds of millions sitting in offshore accounts.”
“It killed me every single day knowing you were out there somewhere struggling while I lived in luxury.”
“I didn't struggle because I lacked money, Marcus,” I snapped back, leaning in close so the boys couldn't hear.
“I struggled because I was terrified every night that a man with a gun would break through my window!”
“I lived in constant fear of your world!”
Marcus looked down at the carpet, unable to meet my fiery, angry eyes.
“I know,” he whispered softly. “And that is my greatest failure as a man.”
Before we could continue, a sharp commotion echoed from the main entrance hall behind us.
The heavy sound of footsteps rushed up the marble stairs, accompanied by raised, panicked voices.
Thomas, the security chief, sprinted down the corridor, his face completely pale with alarm.
“Mr. Vale!” Thomas shouted, holding a secure radio tablet in his hand.
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“We have a critical perimeter breach on the north ridge!”
“Victor Moretti’s men just bypassed the outer fence line!”
