Chapter 497

William suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. The deep red splattered across the carved black railing, leaving dark, smudged stains. At that moment, the weight of it all almost crushed him. He didn’t know how to live with himself, didn’t know what to say to Chloe, couldn’t explain away the past, their marriage, or Autumn and Gabriel. He didn’t hate Olivia Hale the most—he hated himself more. There was no forgiving this. His legs were barely holding him up. With one hand gripping the rail, he stood there for a long time before he could even catch his breath. … Late that night, a black Bentley rolled out of the villa, cruising toward the downtown area. About thirty minutes later, William walked into the same precinct where the case was first handled. The officers were already there, yawning and rubbing their tired eyes. One of them looked up and half-joked, “Mr. Turner, did you find something new?” They were honestly puzzled. Wasn’t he divorced? Why was he still this into the case? Wh