Julian's POV
I stood in the center of my bedroom, the anger in my head pressing against my temples. My mind was a chaotic mess of deep calculations and hatred. Despite the fact that Catherine and Ethan had made their decision about wanting to play it safe, by waiting for the right moment. Although they chose to keep Lucy off the hook for the time being to avoid Richard's scrutiny because they were thinking about the long game, about Tessa's health and the stability of the pregnancy, I couldn't care less. They were being rational.
I, however, was done with being rational.
Lucy was like a cancer in this house. She was a liability that continued to breathe our air while plotting the destruction of people dear to me. The fact that she was sitting just a few doors down, likely sipping wine and feeling triumphant over almost ruining someone's life, was something I could no longer tolerate.
