"I don't need a wife like you," Christopher Sterling said suddenly, his tone icy and devoid of emotion.
The lenses of his gold-framed glasses reflected the city lights, masking his true emotions.
Lana Sheffield thought his voice and his very presence were terrifyingly cold.
"I really had nothing to do with this! You have to believe me." Lana Sheffield hurriedly grabbed Christopher Sterling's arm. "Are you going to divorce me? Think about it, our child was just born! For our son's sake, just forgive me this one time! Please?"
"So you *do* know you have a son! You *do* know you're a mother!" Christopher Sterling turned to look at Lana Sheffield.
His gaze terrified Lana Sheffield.
The man before her was nothing like the person she knew.
He was so sinister and terrifying.
