Peyton froze, clearly shocked that I had uncovered everything. Tears streamed down her face as she dropped to her knees.
“Honey! I… I was wrong. I only came up with this plan because I love you so much. If I hadn’t gotten pregnant, how would you ever have agreed to divorce and marry me? You said so yourself that you couldn’t stand Shiloh or that brat. I just wanted to stay by your side… Honey, I really messed up!”
Christian grabbed Peyton by the hair, his face turning increasingly red with fury.
I knew Christian well enough to predict what was coming. He despised being lied to, and for someone so desperate for a son, the humiliation of raising another man’s child was unbearable.
As expected, he lost all control due to his anger. He began striking Peyton wildly.
At first, she tried to calm him down, but she broke down in tears as the blows continued. She begged for mercy and cried, but nothing could stop him.
Sensing things were getting out of hand, I quickly dialed for an ambulance.
By the time the medics arrived, blood was already pooling around Peyton, staining the ground beneath her. The sight was horrifying.
Christian, however, sat on the floor sobbing like a victim. He was wailing about how he had lost both his wife and his son.
I stood silently, watching the chaotic scene unfold before me. I then turned and walked back to the hotel without a word.
