Chapter 5

Wesley's POV

"It looks like you've completely lost your mind, Wesley," Teyana continued. "You need to be sent to a psychiatric hospital for proper treatment right away!"

She signaled to one of the men behind her to contact a psychiatric facility.

"No! I'm not sick! The one who's sick is you, Teyana! You can't even tell right from wrong. Open your eyes and take a good look!"

An unreadable smile appeared on her cold face as she reached for a bottle of water.

"No! What are you doing, Teyana? Stop! Don't! That's Miles, Teyana!"

Firmly pinned down, I could only watch as she twisted open the cap and poured the water over the ashes. Not satisfied with just the one, she grabbed several more, pouring them until the ashes and water mixed into a muddy sludge and were completely washed away, leaving nothing behind.

A scream tore out of me, and a mouthful of blood spilled from my lips. I began to laugh—a laugh so unhinged that it made even Teyana and Hunter look afraid.

"I see you've really gone insane, Wesley Glover," Teyana remarked, frowning and looking at me as if I were a lunatic.

I gritted my teeth as I glared at her. Then, using the coldest voice I could muster, I bit out every word clearly.

"You'll regret this, Teyana Packard. You'll regret this!"

A shiver ran through her. She couldn't explain exactly why, so she merely ordered her men to send me to a psychiatric facility right away.

As several bodyguards restrained me, my manic laughter continued to terrify her.

"I curse you, Teyana Packard! I curse you and your lover to die a horrible, agonizing death!"

…

Third-Person POV

From the very day Wesley and Teyana met, Wesley had always adhered strictly to the proper conduct expected of a husband from an elite family. He'd never even raised his voice, let alone lost control like this. Everyone saw him as a dignified and refined gentleman, but the man standing here now bore absolutely no resemblance to the man Teyana knew.

She glanced at the splotches of murky water on the ground. Could that really have been Miles?

She wanted to look into it, to figure out what was happening. She'd only intended to teach Wesley a lesson, so how had things turned out this way?

Right then, however, Cassadee came running over.

"Mom! Mom, go check on Dad. Hurry! Something's wrong with him! His health has always been bad!"

Teyana immediately called for a medical helicopter.

Cassadee looked at Wesley with an expression of utter disgust.

"You'll rot away in that mental hospital, Mr. Glover. You'll end up just like that bastard son of yours—dead."

Wesley looked into the young girl's eyes and found nothing but malice.

…

Later, Teyana stayed by Hunter's side, waiting for the examination results. Seeing his test results improve day by day, a relieved smile finally appeared on her face.

"Teyana, my health is almost fully recovered now. When can we have a child of our own? I'm sure they'll look just like you."

Hearing those words, Teyana froze for a moment. Wesley had said those exact same words to her when she was pregnant years ago.

She'd never forget the joy of becoming a mother for the first time. Miles had always been very intelligent ever since he was a child, and the family elders had always said that he'd become the future of the family.

After getting Hunter discharged and bringing him home, she promptly left again. She'd heard that Miles had been accepted into Mallard University, the top college in the country, so she wanted to see this exceptional son of hers.

Just then, her secretary, Jacintha Klein, came in with documents for her to sign.

"Miles got into Mallard U. Go make the necessary arrangements. I want to throw a grand party to celebrate," Teyana instructed. "Also, order a limited-edition sports car for me. It'll be my gift to him."

But Jacintha just lowered her head.

"Miles…" she started, her entire body trembling. "Miles is dead. He jumped from a building."