Ana's POV
Ridley's cocky words dragged a harsh laugh from my throat.
Once upon a time, when love had blinded me, I'd placed every ounce of faith in him. The thought of walking away had never crossed my mind.
Now I could see him for what he truly was—a master manipulator who'd spent years controlling every move I made. My decision was crystal clear: I would divorce him.
I had to escape Ridley's web.
Preston looked ready to continue speaking, but his gaze caught mine as I appeared at the top of the staircase. His stern expression melted into genuine warmth.
"Ana, you're feeling better," he said with obvious relief. "Come sit with us."
I'd only ventured downstairs for water when Preston beckoned me over. From the moment I left my room until I settled on the couch, I refused to acknowledge Ridley's existence.
