Page 53 of Crushed Vow
Then a faint buzz. A green light blinked.
A voice clicked on, muffled but clear. “This is Brooks.”
I jerked upright. “Brooks? Can you hear me? It’s Charlotte. I need to talk to Cassian. Right now.”
There was a long pause.
“You’ve got some nerve.”
“What?”
“His condition got worse because of you,” Brooks said coldly. “He signed your damn divorce papers. I’ll have them delivered.”
The words cut..
He signed them?
I wanted that. I begged for it.
But now that it was real, now that it was done—I felt something inside me break.
I thought of him at my hotel room door. Eyes hollow. Voice cracking. Begging.
And I slammed the door in his face.
“What condition?” I asked shakily. “What are you talking about?”
“He’s unavailable,” Brooks snapped. “And frankly, you’re no longer his wife. You don’t deserve to know.”
“Please—please, listen—Ethan and I, we’ve been kidnapped. Luca and Vincent—my brother—they’re holding us somewhere, some Bratva compound. I don’t know how long we have.”
“I heard you.” His voice hardened. “But maybe you didn’t hear me. He. Is. Incapacitated. Because of you. No one is coming, Charlotte.”
“No—Brooks, please—”
“You made him fight when he was already bleeding. You broke him. So if you want saving—” his voice turned venomous, “save yourself.”
The call cut off.
Silence.
Thick. Violent.
I stared down at the dead device in my hand like it was my own heart. Cold and useless.
He signed the divorce papers.
Cassian Moretti—the man who once vowed he’d never let me go—had finally let go.
Because of me.
Because I pushed and pushed and never looked back.
I curled into the corner of the cell, pulled my knees to my chest, and let the sobs rip through me. Raw, noisy and undignified. A sound only the broken could make.
Ethan stirred beside me. “He’s not coming?”
I couldn’t speak.
