CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE: A Father's Tears

HUGH’S POV:

As the evening sun dips low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the manicured lawns of mom and dad’s sprawling mansion, tension crackles in the air like static electricity. My heart hammers in my chest as I sprint across the cobblestone path, my strides fueled by desperation and fear. Behind me, mom and dad and Anastasia.

Ahead, Yvanna stands at the threshold of one of the cars parked in the driveway, her silhouette framed against the fading light. In her arms, she passes Zachary to Christy who manages to get into the car first.

“Yvanna!” I call out.

She still doesn't turn back, and still doesn't even spare a glance in my direction.

My steps falter as I reach her, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yvanna, don't do this. You can’t just take my son away from me."

But Yvanna remains unmoved, her gaze fixed straight ahead as she steps into the car. She shuts the door close with aggression. Then, the engine roars to life, drowning out my protests.

I’m tempted to r