“It’s what you deserve to know, Rose.”
The line went dead, and Beckham’s jaw clenched. Part of me was confused, realizing Vincent’s private investigator only scratched the surface, because this rabbit hole of information that Brent had shared was fucking deeper than the ocean.
My heart raced erratically, trying to convince myself that everything here was false, that my marriage wasn’t a lie, that Gavin truly loved me at one point and it was all a misunderstanding. But the truth was damning, both my ticket to freedom and the image of my worst nightmare.
I was fucking livid.
I slammed the laptop shut and marched over to the divorce papers that all of a sudden had a sudden glow to them. Beckham watched me curiously as I did, and I looked over to him before decisively nodding to the door.
“Get in the car.”
Chapter forty-eight
Rosenna
Arrivingatmyoldhome, I ripped open the passenger door of the car and stormed inside.
As I opened the front door and stepped in, Myrtle, the housemaid, looked over to me as she was busy dusting, and her eyes widened at the sudden intrusion.
As I looked around for the bastard, I paused for a moment, catching her gaze as Beckham trailed in behind. Myrtle looked over at him for a moment before her eyes went back to me.
“He’s in the master bedroom,” she remarked passively.
I nodded thankfully as I ascended the steps quickly and gracefully as my dress and hair swayed. Reaching the door, I ripped it open only to see Jessica in the bed, practically naked as she held the blanket up to her chest in surprise.
She opened her mouth to speak, but I held my hand up. “Save your breath. I’m not here for you.”
Hearing the bathroom door open, I placed the documents on the desk as Gavin exited with just a towel around his waist. His eyes landed on me, and his face paled only slightly before the same egotistical façade was put back up.
“Rosenna, what are you doing here?”
I tapped the files. “You need to sign these divorce papers.”
“You know what will happen if I do,” he muttered, his eyes narrowing.
“And if you don’t fucking sign them, I will go straight to the judge to show him your inherited law firm that’s so accredited, well renowned and respected is actually part of a money laundering scheme that has been going on for as long as you’ve been born,” I revealed.
Gavin stared for a moment before a humorless chuckle escaped him. “You don’t know what you’re even talking about.” But his shoulders had tensed, however hard he tried to feign nonchalance.
“Maybe I don’t,” I shot back. “But the judicial system you claim to worship and abide by will have no trouble figuring it out... Your little partner in crime filled me in with all the details, and for most of it, I’m not surprised. Lawyers are natural-born liars. It’s just a shame I married one.”
“Rosenna...” he warned.
“You know, I thought about a lot of things over the way here. I could take your same petty route with the tasteless blackmail of the mistress or trying to prove you extorted money from me in court... but that’s simply child’s play. This here? This here is your family’s legacy. The legacy your parents shit on me for not understanding, and the legacy that every Ivy League graduate dreams of building. Imagine what’ll happen to your family the second the world finds out.”
Gavin’s face tightened, the usual arrogance that defined him faltering as he glanced toward the bed where Jessica sat silently, clutching the blanket to her chest.
He looked back over to me stoically. “You’re bluffing.”
I smiled. “You think so? Well, if you don’t sign, you’ll see just how much of a bluff this whole thing is.”
“This isn’t you, Rosenna. You love me. You wouldn’t go to these lengths.”
You love me...I guess that was enough justification for him to treat me the way he did, with no remorse. Because if he loved me, we wouldn’t have been in this position in the first place.
Tears threatened to come to my eyes, but I forced them away, looking up at the man I once loved, the man I once thought wasmy everything.
“And I once said the same thing about you, Gavin. When I found out everything the way I did, then even more, I realized I never truly knew who you were. What you were capable of. And now that I know... I want nothing to do with you. Ruin my life if you want to; just know I have the evidence to bury yours before you even get the chance.”
