Chapter 4I Took Their Advice… And Ran With My Child

Veronica slammed her hand on the sofa. “You’re telling me Alistair is cheating on you?!” She rolled up her sleeves, looking furious enough to tear him limb from limb.

I gave her a sidelong glance. “Cut the act.”

She deflated, sitting back down and patting my leg gently. “Okay, but seriously, honey, if he’s bullying you, I’m on your side. 100%.”

“That’s why I ran away. With the baby.”

She threw her hands up in the air. “I fully support this!”

I’d barely finished unpacking at Veronica’s when my phone started ringing nonstop. It was his assistant, Liam. Obviously, Alistair had sent him.

What, you ask, why didn’t Alistair call me himself?

Because I’d blocked him, of course. And his family. And his friends. Block, delete, repeat. It was the full-service treatment.

Back in a black Bentley, Alistair’s face was thunderous as he watched his assistant make another call.

“Sir, she hung up.”

“Call again!”

“She… blocked me.”

Alistair let out a humorless laugh. He’d come home to a scene of what looked like a robbery. Selena’s closet was empty, her bags and clothes gone. His own clothes were thrown on the floor, and to top it all off, his favorite car was missing from the garage. He knew instantly who was responsible.

I felt my face, a smirk playing on my lips.

Don’t praise me, I’ll get a big head.

Anyway, things unfolded just as you’d expect. A storm raged outside as Alistair Russo stood on Veronica’s doorstep.

He knocked. “Selena, open the door.”

I ignored him, sitting on the entryway bench with my arms crossed, staring defiantly at the door.

Who knew that Alistair—unbelievably—had the code to Veronica’s apartment.