William Reid had truly lost his mind.
He actually passed my gift onto another woman and aimed it at me.
Looking at the black muzzle, I felt a mix of emotions.
He knew how much I valued the things he gave me, yet he could give it away without a second thought.
What did he think of me?
I had been so patient, letting him and Erin Sutton be all lovey-dovey, not saying a word.
And this is how he repaid me?
A heart full of bitterness and sorrow.
I closed my eyes and turned fully towards them.
I even took a step forward, pressing my heart against the muzzle.
“Indeed, I’ve used this gun for eight years; it really is effective.”
The words were directed at Erin Sutton, but my gaze was fixed on William.
If Erin pulled the trigger, I would surely die.
I wanted to bet my life on William’s heart.
He looked back at me, his dark pupils hiding his emotions.
After a while, he smiled.
His brows relaxed completely, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes, which remained stormy and dark.
With Erin’s hand, he took back the gun:
“Since you’ve used it for so long, it’s better left with you.”
As he spoke, he handed the gun back to me.
Seeing his expression, my heart sank like I had fallen into an abyss.
After being by his side for ten years, no one knew him better than I did.
I realized that look in his eyes was a test.
So that was it.
The reason he took Erin everywhere was that he no longer trusted me.
Or perhaps, with another version of me around-someone who didn’t know how to use a gun and was unfamiliar with the business-he found it easier to manage, leaving her by his side for reassurance.
And what about me?
What did my ten years of sacrifice mean?
I concealed my sadness, reaching out to take the gun.
Our fingers brushed, and he quickly withdrew his hand, shifting his gaze.
His voice was firm:
“Amber, starting tomorrow, you’ll teach Erin how to use a gun.”