Hunter Jackson stood frozen in front of the window of his office on the eighth floor, staring blankly at the city wrapped in gray clouds. But his thoughts were far from the scenery.

Shopia Joy.

The woman he once loved. His ex-wife. The woman who now... was plotting to kill Evalina—the child they once raised together.

And foolishly, he had believed she had changed.

There was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Hunter murmured, his voice low, holding back the storm rising in his chest.

The door opened slowly. Shopia’s signature perfume drifted in instantly—the scent that once made Hunter weak now made him want to vomit.

With graceful...