When Don grabbed Tyler’s hand, Harlow swallowed the bile rising in her throat. She couldn’t let these bastards torture her son. Grayson would understand and forgive her. She had to believe that.
“His name’s Grayson.”
“Grayson who?”
“I don’t know. He never told me his last name. Said it was better that I didn’t know.” She hoped she was somehow giving Grayson a bit of protection by not giving his last name. “Please, give me Tyler.” He was still crying for her, and it was breaking her heart.
“Not yet. You have more questions to answer. Why is he pretending to be Benny’s cousin?”
There wasn’t anything she could tell him that would make sense or be believable other than the truth. “I hired him to help me get custody of Tyler.” It was killing her to betray the best man she’d ever known, but what choice did she have?
“By spying on me?”
She shrugged. “I was desperate.”
“If you wanted to be with Tyler, all you had to do was come home.”
No, she couldn’t bear the thought of living in that house again.
“There’s more,” Don said. “She’s hiding something.”
Anthony tilted his head as he studied her. “He’s right. What else? What does he expect to find?”
She pressed her lips together, refusing to answer.
“Very well.” Anthony nodded at Don. “Break it.”
“Stop!”Please forgive me, Grayson.“Give me Tyler, and I’ll tell you.”
“Give her the boy,” Anthony said.
She hugged her little boy when he was back in her arms. “He… Grayson’s going to get the letter that’s in your safe. The blackmail Veronica wrote you.”He’s going to prove that you killed her.
“How do you know about that?”
“I saw it.” He was getting angry, and that made him unpredictable.
“When is he breaking into my safe?”
He grabbed her chin, squeezing so hard that tears stung her eyes when she didn’t answer.
“When, Harlow.”
“Tonight,” she whispered.
He grabbed her arm and jerked her up so hard that she almost dropped Tyler. “You’re hurting me.”
“You’re coming with me.”
“Please, no. I’ve told you everything. Just leave.”And don’t take Tyler with you.“How could you even think to hurt your son?”
“You truly are naive, wife. I would have never hurt him. I just had to make you believe I would.”
“You’re a bastard, and I’m not your wife.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
Chapter 34