In the video, Dakota was seen carrying my son and shoving him into Hunter’s trunk.
The two took him to an unknown basement and tortured him in every way they could.
My son’s tiny body was curled up, his voice cracked as he kept crying out, “Mommy.”
But no one answered.
Pain tore through me. I grabbed the tape, ready to leave, but the door was already locked and chained from the outside.
The air vent was sealed tight, too.
As the fire spread, I fought with everything I had. I broke the glass and looked down at the people below.
“Everyone, I, Erwan Carrington, have never begged anyone before.”
“My wife’s lover framed me, and I’m about to die in this fire. Before I go, I have one last wish: please help me find my son who was taken by human traffickers!”
…
Hunter lay in the hospital’s VIP ward. His swollen cheek had been treated with ice packs.
When he saw the news that the room I was in had burned to ashes, he grinned so wide he couldn’t close his mouth.
Dakota walked over too.
“What’s going on? You seem happy.”
Hunter quickly hid his phone under the pillow and clung to Dakota’s arm playfully.
“Nothing.”
“Dakota, our 100-day celebration was ruined. Why don’t we keep it going somewhere else?”
“How about a road trip? Just the two of us, it’ll be special and romantic!”
Hunter looked eager, and Dakota agreed right away. “Alright, we’ll go anywhere you like.”
Excitement got the better of Hunter, and he blurted out, “I want you to divorce him, okay?”
The affection that had filled Dakota’s face vanished as she pushed him away. “No. I told you from the start I won’t divorce Erwan.”
“If you keep this up, I’ll have to end things between us.”
Hunter hadn’t expected her to reject him so firmly and quickly backed down.
“I was only teasing. I just wanted to know how much I matter to you.”
“I understand you can’t leave Erwan. It’s fine, being with you is enough for me, even if I don’t have a name or title.”
Only after that did Dakota relax and start planning the trip. Hunter’s face, unseen by Dakota, suddenly turned cold.
It was lucky he had taken care of things with me beforehand. Now, once that kid was gone, nothing would stand in his way.
Even if Dakota learned the truth, her feelings for him would keep her quiet. Then he could marry her easily.
He pulled out his phone, typed a message, and sent it off. After that, he and Dakota got into the car.
During the drive, the two picked the first stop for their trip together.
Just as their car was leaving Portland, countless vehicles suddenly rushed in from all sides and blocked their path.
The driver slammed the brakes, and Hunter’s head hit the windshield hard.
Seething, he instinctively wound down the window and cursed.
“Damn! Are you crazy? Don’t you see this is the Carrington family’s car? You blind dogs dare to block us!”
“Get out of the way or you’ll ruin Dakota and my trip, none of you will survive to answer for it!”
In the next moment, a pair of large hands grabbed his collar and hauled him out through the window onto the ground.
Men and women of every age closed in around him, their eyes red, and shouted, “No human trafficker leaves Portland alive!”
“You’re headed to either the police or the crematorium!”
