ext morning, I was determined to get it off. Soap, lo

frustrated. "I think we need to go

e said, his support unwaveri

led us to a small workbench in the back. I sat down, extending my hand.

e you're doing

the quiet. He and Ava stood at the entran

re?" Liam demanded, st

g the part of the gentle, concerned "Rick." This was the real Ryan: possessive and controlling. "My brother

could you be so cruel, Scarlett? Ryan loved you. This ring i

ve or cruelty," I said, my voice shaking

t back. "I'm his brother! It's

. He knew something was wrong, even if he didn't know the ful

oward me. "You're not doing this.

said, my voice dange

rom them. I didn't care about the ring an

. "You're not going

, shoving Ryan back. "

ng through the small shop. Ava shrieked, a high-pitch

e. "This is your fault!" she screamed, her p

lay case. Liam tried to pull Ryan away, but Ryan shov

domen. I cried out, doubling over as I hit the floo

through my clothes. I looke

an the fall itself. I hadn't known. With all the stress,

preg

had

one, likely calling for an ambulance. Liam was on his knees beside me, hi

Ry

ding body on the floor. He went straight to Av

with concern. He wrapped his arms around her, shielding her, comf

t even l

ed of any feeling I might have had for him, any lingering memory of the man I once loved, died. He

I passed out was Liam' s despe