The Heart I Regret Giving
Language: en
Three years after I faked my death, Helena and our daughter finally tracked me down. To escape them, I had held a knife to my own throat, desperate to force them away. But then my seven-year-old daughter, Zoe, wrapped her small hands around my mother’s ventilator plug, her eyes cold. Helena stood right behind her, her voice trembling but lethal. "Your choice, Elliot. Let your mother suffocate right here, or come back to Seattle and be my husband again." Shaking with rage, I dropped the knife. I signed the remarriage papers. Returning to that sprawling estate, I became the perfect,…