After Aaron was reborn, Keeley was different for some reason. She wasn't the little ball of suns.h.i.+ne that chased after him anymore. Most people fell into one of two categories: people who wanted something from him and people who feared him.

　　She had been the only one that didn't fall under either but now…

　　He refused to give up his chance at happiness this time around.

　　"Run, girl, if you can...but I won't let you because you belong to me no matter what..."

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　　Keeley Hale stood her ground fiercely though tears threatened to spill out the corners of her eyes.

　　"What are you staring for? Leave," Aaron said flatly as he pulled out his phone and began scrolling through it.

　　Cold. Emotionless. Cruel.

　　Her husband of eight years looked as disinterested as ever and she was appalled. He had just told her his girlfriend was pregnant and he planned to divorce her as casually as if he were commenting on the weather.

　　"Not until you tell me the truth. Did she…have anything to do with my father's death? Are you covering up for her?" Keeley's fists shook but she wasn't sure whether it was from holding back the tears or from rage.

　　Her father—the only family she had left—died in a hit and run accident. The cops thought it was random but she couldn't believe that. Not after what she had seen. That woman was plotting to take her place from back when they were all in high school.

　　Aaron actually deigned to look up at her blankly. "So what if I am? She's worth more than fifty of you."

　　He had never exactly been the warmest person to begin with, but it wasn't always this bad. Keeley couldn't remember the last time he looked at her with any degree of tenderness.

　　"I'll expose you," she seethed as the tears broke free. "I'll put both of you in prison."

　　He smiled wickedly. "Money is power, sweetheart. You can't do anything to me."

　　"Just you watch," Keeley spit out before slamming the front door behind her as hard as she could. There had to be someone who would believe her. All she needed was a tiny bit of proof!

　　She kicked a rock as she walked underneath some scaffolding on the sidewalk. New York was always under construction when the weather was nice.