Page 21 of Broken Destiny
She was the one who had cut ties with me. She was the one who had walked away. She had made it painfully clear she wanted nothing to do with me.
So why now?
“Call her,” I demanded. “Right now.”
With shaking hands, he pulled out his phone and dialled the number.
The moment the call connected, I snatched the phone from him.
“What is it?” a woman asked on the other end. “What’s wrong?”
I recognized the voice instantly.
Karena.
“That’s exactly what I would like to know, Mrs. Townsend,” I said coldly.
A sharp gasp echoed through the line.
“Why are you spying on me?” I demanded. “What do you want?”
“Please,” she said, her voice cracking instantly. “Please listen to me. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to know you were alright. I?—”
“By having someone follow me?” I interrupted harshly. “Do you have any idea how insane that is?”
“Please,” she begged again. “Let’s meet and talk about this.”
Anger surged through me so violently that my hands began to shake.
What did she think she was doing?
How could she spy on my children and me like this after disappearing from my life for years?
“You had your chance when we met,” I said through clenched teeth. “It’s too late now. I don’t want anything to do with you.” My voice dropped lower. Colder. “Call off your investigator and stay away from my family.”
“Jiy—”
I ended the call before she could finish speaking.
Without another word, I shoved the phone back into Dominic’s hands.
“Don’t let me see you near my house again,” I warned. “Stay away from my children. Stay away from me. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he said quickly, backing away. “Yes, I understand. I’m sorry.”
I watched him retreat to his car, my entire body rigid with tension. Only after he drove away did I finally release the breath trapped in my lungs.
My hands trembled violently.
Covering my mouth, I stood there shaking as the adrenaline slowly drained from my body.
Relief washed through me, knowing the situation had ended without violence. More importantly, no one else had witnessed what had happened.
Fear had taken over again. Every memory of Jeremy—every lesson about survival, vigilance, and danger—had come rushing back to the surface.
But I had handled it.
I had protected my children.
