Chapter 37: I am divorcing him.
Several minutes later...
"Dylan burst into the room with a storm of fury in his eyes. Erica rushed toward him, feigning innocence as she reached out.
"Dylan!" she cried. "Why are you locking me up? What is this all about? The guards said you ordered them to keep me here. What’s happening?"
"Stop pretending, Erica!" Dylan snapped. "You are exposed. Those women identified you." He grabbed her hand, his grip firm. "You may have covered your face, but you couldn’t hide this." He raised her arm, the blue diamond bracelet glinting under the light.
Erica felt the temperature of the room suddenly dropped several degrees. She shivered beneath his intense, furious glare. But her hatred toward Ava didn’t let her accept her mistakes.
"Yes, I told those women to beat Ava," she snapped, jerking her wrist free from his grasp. Her eyes blazed with resentment. "And what of it? She deserved every bit of it. Because of her, Gianna suffered. Her injuries are nothing compared to what Gianna went through! Why are you so concerned about her?"
She tilted her head, narrowing her gaze as suspicion crept into her tone. "Have you forgotten who she really is? Let me remind you—she is Thomas Williams’ daughter. The man who killed your parents! Is your heart softening for her?"
Dylan’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. The mention of his parents’ death ignited a firestorm inside him, fueling his already simmering rage.
"This is my battle," he roared, his voice booming through the room like thunder. "And I will fight it my way. I don’t need you or anyone else getting involved in punishing Ava. She is mine. I’ll do whatever I want with her, but you"—he jabbed a finger toward her— "are not allowed to hurt her."