“Is there nothing else for us to discuss?”
Alexander’s gaze lingered on her, deep and unfathomable, his voice unnervingly calm. “If you’re unwilling to hand over full custody of our daughter to me, there’s still another option we could consider.”
Danielle shot him a look of confusion.
He rested his hand on the table, his fingers drumming a measured rhythm against the wood—each tap echoing in the hollow of her chest.
His eyes, dark as midnight, fixed on hers as he said, clearly and deliberately, “We could get remarried. You’d still be Mrs. Davidson.”
“I’d have joint custody, and you could still raise her. I’m not interested in taking her away from you.”
Danielle didn’t even hesitate. “Absolutely not.”
It had taken her years to break free from that cage—there was no way she’d willingly walk back into the fire.
“Then, there’s nothing left for us to talk about.”
Her face turned cold.
If this path was blocked, she’d find another way. There was always another way.
She rose from her seat. “Then please, Mr. Davidson, sign the contract.”
Alexander didn’t waste a single word. He picked up the pen and, without even glancing at the document, signed his name with practiced ease.
Danielle watched him, eyes lowered.
Her mind felt strangely adrift, as if she’d slipped into another life.
He’d never changed this habit—in all the years they’d been together, any document she handed him, he’d sign without a second look.
Wherever she pointed, that’s where his signature landed.
That’s why, in another life, when she’d handed him their daughter’s death certificate to sign, he hadn’t known what it was.
He’d treated it as just another piece of paperwork, never even reading the words before writing his name.
After Alexander finished, he capped the pen and looked up. “Anything else?”
The memories of that other life left her momentarily dazed. She barely heard him until his words snapped her back to the present. She quickly reached for the stack of papers on the table.
In her haste, she accidentally knocked the pen off the desk. It hit the floor with a heavy thud.
Alexander watched the pen roll in a slow circle on the ground. “That’ll be a hundred dollars.”
“I’ll transfer it to your account,” Danielle replied coolly.
He said nothing.
She bent down and picked up the pen, feeling its weight in her hand—unexpectedly heavy.
As she straightened up, she found him suddenly standing right in front of her. She had no idea when he’d moved.
Startled, Danielle instinctively stepped back, but her foot caught on the floor, and she lost her balance.
Alexander reached out, unhurried, and caught her by the wrist, pulling her upright.
She had no choice but to ask what she’d come to ask—otherwise, she risked being thrown out.
Clenching her jaw, she pressed on. “I just wanted to explain about my situation. It wasn’t all my fault—my professor was involved, and he was the real mastermind.”
Alexander glanced up at her then, lips curled in a cold half-smile, eyes steady and unreadable. The weight of his attention was almost suffocating.
Millie bit her lip but forced herself to continue under his gaze.
“I’m just trying to get ahead—I can apologize to Danielle, do whatever you want. I don’t want to spend years in jail.”
If Danielle mattered to him, maybe an apology would be enough. She’d say whatever she had to—anything to keep her freedom.
Alexander arched a brow. “What do you expect me to do? I’m not a judge.”
Millie’s breath caught. “…”
She sucked in a shaky breath. “Alex, I actually came to tell you something—my mother has taken my brother and left the country. I don’t know how she found him, but she’s planning to leave with him. She’s afraid I’ll drag her down with me. You’re the only one who can help me now. I’ve worked so hard to get where I am—you know how much I’ve sacrificed…”
She was willing to trade information for her own benefit.
Alexander set his pen down. “But Raffy isn’t my son. He’s got nothing to do with me now. The Fletchers and the Davidsons have settled their accounts.”
Millie went ghostly pale. How could that be…
What had happened while she’d been cooperating with the authorities?
Alexander’s eyes glinted with dark amusement as he watched her reaction. “What, she didn’t tell you?”
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