CEO Slapped Pregnant Wife at Restaurant—The Waiter Turned Out to Be Her Billionaire Brother-hongtran

“I want to make it meaningful. If I am going to risk my life and my baby’s future, it has to be for more than winning a custody fight.”
Before Marcus could answer, Sarah’s phone buzzed.
It was an unknown number.
She nearly ignored it, but something told her to answer.
“Hello?”
“Sarah, it’s Tom.”
Her stepfather’s voice sounded old and weak, thinner than she remembered.
A storm of love, anger, and sadness washed over her. He was the man who raised her, but he had also betrayed her.
“Tom, where are you?”
“Somewhere safe, I hope. I have to see you, Sarah. There are things I need to tell you. Things I should have told you years ago.”
Sarah glanced at Marcus, who was already alerting their security team.
“What kind of things?”
“Things about your mother’s final days. About why I really brought you to New York. And about the people who have been asking about you.”
“Tom, are you in danger?”
“We all are, sweetheart. More than you realize. Can you meet me?”
Sarah was torn. She loved the man who had been her father for twenty-five years, but she knew he could be a pawn in her enemy’s game.
“Tom, I need you to know something. I forgive you for talking to Richard’s lawyers. I understand why you did it.”
The silence on the other end of the line was so long, Sarah thought he might be crying.
“You were always too kind, Sarah. Always seeing the good in people. It is what made you a great teacher. But it also made you a target for people like Richard.”
“What do you mean, people like Richard?”
“I mean people who hunt their victims. They learn exactly which buttons to push, which fears to use against you. Sarah, Richard did not just happen to meet you at that charity event. He was hunting you.”
A deep chill spread through her chest.
“Hunting me? How?”
“He had been following you for months before you ever met. He learned your schedule, your hobbies, your emotional triggers. The charity, the elementary school, your desire to help people no matter the cost to yourself.”
“How do you know all this?”
“The people who contacted me showed me pictures, Sarah. Photos of you going to work, going to the grocery store, going to your book club. They watched you for a very long time before Richard ever said hello.”
Sarah realized she was trembling.
The perfect romance she thought she had, the handsome lawyer who won her over with his charm, had all been a carefully planned stalking operation.
“Tom, where are you? We have to get you to a safe place. We need to know everything.”
“I am not sure anywhere is safe now. They know I have been talking to you and Marcus. They know I am done helping them.”
“Who are they?”
“They are people who believe Victor Blackstone’s fortune belongs to them. People who have waited twenty-five years to collect on debts your father owed them before he went to jail.”
Sarah felt the baby give a sharp kick, reacting to her fear.
“Tom, listen to me. Go to the nearest police station. Ask for protective custody. Tell them you have information on organized crime and that your life is in danger. Do it now, Tom. Please. I cannot lose you too.”
The line went dead.
Sarah stared at her phone, filled with a terrible sense of dread.
Marcus was already talking to Maria, trying to locate Tom.
But Sarah was focused on one thing.
It was the final push she needed to go public with her story.