"Enough. Cut the crap and get out." Tristan Grayson felt a headache coming on just looking at Mika Summers. All he wanted was to be left alone in peace.
Mika Summers didn't say another word. She turned, grabbed her purse from the sofa, and walked out.
Only when he heard the door click shut did Tristan Grayson snap out of his stupor. He wearily walked to the sofa and sat down. He reached for the miscarriage certificate on the table, his brow furrowed as he stared at it...
The moment she closed the door, Mika Summers's knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed. She gripped the doorknob, forcing herself to stay upright...
'This time, it's finally, completely over between me and Tristan Grayson. Finally over...'
She pulled out her phone and dialed a number. Her voice trembled as she spoke. "Jasmine... come get me..." She hung up before Jasmine could even reply.
