Chapter 2

It didn't take long for Beau and Daisy Lynn to appear at my family estate.

They clearly assumed my engagement to Jax was a ploy, a desperate attempt to make Beau jealous.

Daisy Lynn, clinging to Beau' s arm, looked pale and "innocent."

Beau wore his familiar smirk of charming arrogance.

"Savannah, darling," Beau drawled, stepping into the foyer as if he owned it, "what's this I hear about Rourke? A bit beneath you, isn't it?"

Daisy Lynn suddenly swayed, a hand to her forehead.

"Oh, Beau, I feel faint," she whispered, leaning heavily against him.

Beau caught her, his eyes on me, filled with a disgusting mix of pity and triumph.

"You see what you've done, Savannah? You need to apologize to Daisy. Accept that she will always be a part of my life. This charade with Rourke is tiresome."

He actually expected me to beg for his scraps.

I looked at him, then at Daisy Lynn's unconvincing performance.

Hattie, my family's loyal, no-nonsense head housekeeper, materialized beside me.

"Hattie," I said, my voice cool, "please show Mr. Hamilton and Miss Lynn out. They are trespassing."

Beau' s jaw dropped.

"Trespassing? Savannah, have you lost your mind?"

I smiled, a small, cold thing.

"No, Beau. I've found it. The engagement is to Jax Rourke. And you are banned from this property."

Beau stared, his handsome face contorting with disbelief.

"You can't be serious! After everything? After what we shared?"

He still believed I was pining for him, the naive girl he' d destroyed.

He couldn't grasp that the woman standing before him was a ghost with a vengeance.

Hattie, bless her, didn't hesitate.

She was already ushering them towards the door.

"This way, Mr. Hamilton."

I turned my back on them, a clear dismissal.

As they were ejected, I heard Beau sputtering, "You'll regret this, Savannah! You'll come crawling back!"

I walked to the large window, watching their car speed away.

Hattie placed a fresh sign by the gates later: "NO TRESPASSING. HAMILTONS NOT WELCOME."

Hattie winked at me.

"Good riddance, Miss Savannah."

I touched the cool glass.

Crawling back?

Never.

In my past life, he left me to die, he killed our child.

He would pay.

Every tear I shed, every moment of agony, he would repay it a thousandfold.

This was no longer about love or loss.

This was about justice, cold and absolute.