“Audrey?” my father’s deep voice answered on the first ring.
I swallowed, looked down at my sleeping child, and spoke with frightening calm. “Dad, I need you to dispatch a security detail to my apartment immediately. Dominic just sent me home on a city bus with Leo five days after my C-section. I am leaving him permanently.”
A vast, icy silence filled the line. When Charles Brooks finally spoke, his voice was low and dangerous.
“Give me your exact coordinate marker. And listen to me very carefully, Audrey: you are never crossing the threshold of that apartment again. Neither you nor my grandson will endure a single fraction of his disrespect for the rest of your lives.”
I shut my eyes as the bus pushed forward. My old life had been abandoned at the curb. And Dominic Vance had no idea what kind of monster he had just awakened. Buspass deals
PART 2
When I stepped off the city bus in front of the luxury high-rise where Dominic and I lived, my legs shook from exhaustion and burning anger. Leo slept peacefully in my arms, completely unaware that his father’s world was beginning to collapse.
I never even reached for my keys.
A sleek black luxury sedan glided to the curb with flawless precision. The rear door opened, and Mr. Vance—my father’s senior chief of staff for more than twenty years—stepped out. He wore a perfectly tailored dark suit, and his expression made it clear there would be no discussion.
“Ms. Brooks,” he said with a respectful nod. “Your father instructed me to bring you home immediately.”
Two women followed him from the vehicle: a private neonatal nurse and a postpartum medical specialist. One gently lifted Leo into her arms with practiced care while the other supported me, making sure nothing strained my incision. Vehicles
