POV: Dusten
I stared at the phone lying on the table. The screen had already gone dark.
The call was over yet I kept looking at it anyway.
A slow smile crept onto my face as I leaned back against the couch and let out a low chuckle.
"f*****g unbelievable."
I knew I was a piece of s**t.
A scumbag.
I'd known that for years.
Hell, I'd accepted it a long time ago.
But Eleanor Cole?
That woman was ten times worse than me.
Ten f*****g times.
I shook my head and laughed again.
Not only was it her fault that her son's wife and child died that day...
Yeah. I knew the story.
People talked.
Money made people talk even more.
And now?
Now she wanted me to take Naomi away from her son.
The woman he was currently falling for.
Far away from him.
Far away from his daughter.
A daughte
