I don't want my husband anymore after he tried to kill our son for the little rose we raised at home
Language: en
Behind Julian Sterling's back, I arranged for his 'little rose' to study at a prestigious music conservatory in New York. Julian, who everyone always described as a detached ascetic, instantly went berserk. He was convinced I'd deliberately sent away his little rose. He marooned our five-year-old son, Leo, on a cruise ship heading for the Arctic, demanding I bring Seraphina back. I watched Leo cry in agony on the ship as it sailed further into international waters. Then, Julian's assistant hoisted Leo, his small body dangling precariously outside the railing. Julian's voice, chillingly…