My Billionaire Husband Kicked Me While I Was Seven Months Pregnant at His Luxury Gala—But He Didn’t Know My Sister Had Already Sent the Video That Would Destroy His Entire Empire...

Twenty-four hours later, Grant Holloway was brought into the visitor booth at the twin towers correctional facility. He was dressed in a standard orange inmate jumpsuit, his hands and ankles shackled. His face was bruised—he had already learned the hard way that inmates who harm pregnant women are not treated kindly in general population.

Across the thick bulletproof glass, Claire was sitting calmly.

She was dressed in a tailored cream coat, looking radiant despite the exhaustion in her eyes. Her hand rested gently over Noah, who kicked softly beneath her palm.

Grant grabbed the telephone receiver with trembling, shackled hands. Claire lifted hers.

"Claire!" Grant begged, his voice cracking against the glass. "Claire, baby, please! You have to drop the charges! Ethan is destroying my life! They took my accounts, they took the house, they took my mother’s estate! They’ve taken everything!"

Claire looked at him through the glass. For three years, she had feared this man. She had walked on eggshells, terrified of his temper, terrified of losing the life she thought she loved.

Now, looking at him through the reinforced glass, she felt nothing. No anger, no hatred. Only cold, distant pity.

"You took everything from yourself, Grant," Claire said quietly.

"I made a mistake!" Grant wept, pressing his forehead against the barrier. "I was drunk! Madison manipulated me, she put drugs in my drink! You know I love you, Claire! Noah is my son! My blood! You can't let our son grow up with his father in a cage!"

"Noah is a Bennett," Claire replied, her voice steady and resolute. "His name will be Noah Bennett. Your parental rights were terminated by an emergency family court order this morning based on aggravated felony assault."

Grant’s face twisted from pathetic desperation to pure, venomous rage.

"You treacherous bitch!" Grant screamed, slamming the phone against the glass. "You planned this! You and your bastard brother planned this from the very beginning! I will kill you! The second I get out of here, I will hunt you down and tear that baby out of you with my bare hands!"

Claire didn't flinch. She didn't blink.

She slowly replaced the receiver onto the hook.

Two guards seized Grant, wrenching his arms behind his back and forcing him to his knees as he shrieked obscenities, spitting against the glass.