The fullness Lily had managed to gain during her pregnancy had all disappeared. She couldn't afford to lose any more weight…
Ethan Blackwood collapsed onto the bed, his deep-set eyes fixated on the chandelier above. His phone suddenly rang. He grabbed it absentmindedly. "What is it?"
"Mr. Blackwood, you mentioned last time that you wanted to see the edited version of the movie as soon as it was finished, along with the behind-the-scenes footage. We've already arranged for it to be delivered to your residence," the voice on the other end stammered nervously.
The movie…
The film Lily had directed—the only one she had managed to complete.
"Got it," Ethan said coldly, ending the call and tossing the phone aside.
He lay there for three seconds before his eyes snapped open. He shot up from the bed and dashed out of the room. Rushing downstairs, he saw Tommy Blackwood entering with his arms wrapped around a woman, kissing her passionately. Without hesitation, Ethan kicked him aside.
