Hell on the Line, Salvation on the Line

Summary

On our final divorce cooling-off day, I called Jack—one last time. Would he really drain our assets for Karina?

He picked up, but his voice was frantic, not cold. "Beth! Don't hang up! It's a trap! That bitch set me up!"

Wind roared in the background. "Three months from now, it's 160 degrees! The empire is melted scrap! Karina took my last cooling suit and ran!"

"Beth, please! Let me into your bunker! Just one piece of ice and I'm yours for life!"

Before I could speak, the villa doors opened. Jack walked in, cold air trailing him. He slammed the papers onto the table.