Within seconds I was on the floor again, bleeding again.
Thaddeus loomed over me, disgust carved into every line of his face.
"You think you can play games with me? This entire house is wired with cameras. Every single thing you do is under my control."
"Libby Fletcher, when I decide you die, you die."
"Why?" I stared up at him. "If you really love Geraldine, I'll agree to a divorce."
"Why?" Thaddeus erupted, his voice cracking with fury. "You actually have the nerve to ask me why?"
He grabbed whatever was within reach and hurled it at me, one thing after another, blind with rage.
"Thaddeus, stop!" Geraldine Simmons rushed in and threw herself between us. "Stop hitting her. You'll kill her if you keep going."
"Letting her die that easily would be too kind."
That was the last thing I heard before the darkness took me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital bed. My wrists and ankles were strapped down.
The room was familiar. Sickeningly familiar.
I'd stayed in this private ICU suite before. This was the James family's private hospital.
There was no escaping from here. And the news broadcast playing on the television above me made the despair complete.