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Already playing on a loop, the slideshow presents more and more evidence of Alex’s poor management of the business and Connor’s growing shares.I press pause on the slide showing the graph with every shareholder’s piece of the pie.

The Koch family has less than half of a percent more than Connor.

“Ha!See!I still have majority share,” Alex gloats.

Connor quirks a brow at me.

I rise and apologize before clicking to the next screen.

With my information included, the Pen family now has three percent more shares than the Koch family.

Alex grabs his chest and stumbles backward, looks lost for a moment, then rallies and points an angry finger at me.

He opens his mouth to scream, but the double doors bang open so hard the walls shake and the projector wobbles.

Police swarm the furious man at the head of the table.

“Alex Koch, you are under arrest for fraud, embezzlement, money laundering, tax evasion, and obstruction of justice.You have the right—”

As the officer drones on, two more pull Alex toward the door by his cuffed arms.

“This is crazy!I—”

Alex falls silent as his gaze lands on a copy of the paternity test.For a moment, everyone watches in horror as he lifts murderous eyes to his wife.

“You fucking whore!I’ll kill you,” he screams.

Past and present collide, his words the same as those in my worst nightmares.For several terrible heartbeats, I can’t move.

Sound blasts through the room, breaking my trance and slamming me into the present.Alex jerks.Dark crimson blooms on the front of his suit coat.

Movement in my periphery draws my gaze to Jocelyn.She trains the muzzle of her handgun on Connor.

My instincts launch the remote then my entire body across the table at her, but it’s too late.

My ears ring as she presses the trigger again.

Terror unlike anything I’ve ever experienced rips through me, and my soul cries out in misery.

I wasted so many nights and squandered so many days.Connor can’t be dead.I need him.

I need him as my boss, husband, friend, and lover.

The thought of losing him shatters my entire world.

I love Connor Pen.He can’t be dead.

He can’t be.

Chapter 18

Connor Pen

I lunge forward,reaching for Hilary as she flies over the table, but the gun retorts and an immense force smacks into my still healing chest and pushes me backward.I trip on the CEO chair and hit the ground.

My seized diaphragm refuses to relax, and without fresh oxygen, my brain buzzes.A cop’s concerned face hovers over me.I reach for him, and he takes my hand.

I prop my other elbow underneath me.He tries to push me down, but I suck down a much needed breath and push him off me.