Chapter 2Let My Traitor Husband Drown Slowly

In the face of death, human nature is a fragile thing.

Parker was tackled and gagged within seconds. I "struggled" to hold onto the rope, crying out, "Mom, please don't! Killian is—"

But Beatrice wasn't listening. "Shut up! I don't care if it's your own father at the end of that rope. He’s in the way of my grandson’s future!"

She grabbed a pair of emergency shears from the rescue kit. With a sharp snip, the tension vanished.

The rope whipped back, empty.

Beatrice looked triumphant. "Get us to the shore! To the hospital! We have to make sure the baby is safe!"

Well, Killian, I thought as I watched the spot where he had been submerged drift away. Don't blame me. It was your own mother who cut the cord.