Scarlett instantly grew calm. Sweet words would not awaken this man to reason. He was poisoned.

She was pressed against the large French window, the city lights sparkling before her, and his soft words behind her. She couldn't hear any of it.

If this window could suddenly collapse, it would be good. Let them fall together, smashed into pieces, and in the next life, they would owe each other nothing.

Suddenly, heavy rain began outside, the sound of raindrops pounding on the window. Scarlett felt a chill.

They had loved each other, their bodies so familiar. Despite her resistance, memories of those days surfaced involuntarily.

A sudden pain shot through...