Chapter 3

What I didn't expect, though, was to get a SnapChat call from Blake the moment I walked through the door.

"Where are you? Get over here and pay the medical bills! The hospital's hounding me!"

Did he think I was stupid? Why would I pay? I flat-out refused.

To my shock, Blake then pulled out a trump card, a recording of my call to the car repair shop about the faulty brakes.

"Aria, if you don't come and pay, I swear I'll call the cops and have you thrown in jail. I'll tell them you sabotaged the brakes, that this was attempted murder."

Blake forcefully spat out his threat, then slammed the phone down.

Holding my phone, my heart dropped like a stone.

The man I'd loved my entire youth, who had never loved me back, now wanted to send me to jail after cheating on me?

Huh!

Heartache aside, Blake's threat didn't faze me one bit.

My phone was set to automatically record all calls. Every word he'd just said was on tape.

Thank you, anonymous person, for handing me the evidence to prove my innocence.

But still, I had to go to the hospital.

Not to pay his medical bills, but to deliver a special "gift."

I dug through a stack of books in my study and found a pre-marital medical report I'd hidden for years.

The report clearly stated, Blake is infertile.