Brian laughed maniacally behind him. "Isn't it obvious, brother? Anna and I have been intimate for quite some time!"

"You're divorced now—so get lost!"


Brandon's breathing grew ragged as he stared at me, his composure crumbling.

"Anna, you and him..." His voice was barely recognizable.

He couldn't finish, but the images clearly played in his mind, burning away his last shred of control.


His fingers dug painfully into my shoulders, yet he took a deep breath, fighting for restraint.

"Let's go home first."


His low voice barely contained his rage and grief.

But which home did he mean?

I wondered silently.

Things between us could never return to what they were.

I avoided his gaze, looking anywhere else.

Then I realized with a jolt that the blindfold Brian had used was my silk nightgown—one that should have been in the master bedroom of Shaw Mansion.

And Brandon, following my gaze, noticed it too.

The air grew thick with tension, only our heavy breathing breaking the silence.

Brian wiped blood from his lips with deliberate slowness. "Brother, why humiliate yourself like this?"

"After all, while you were busy bedding your secretary, I was the one keeping Anna company."

"Shut up!" Brandon roared.

"This is between me and my wife—you have no right to interfere!"

He frantically tried to gather me into his arms.

"Anna, let's go home."

I pushed Brandon away, unable to face his pain-filled eyes.

I couldn't let my heart soften. I couldn't forgive his betrayal.

"Brandon Shaw, we're finished."

"I've signed the divorce papers and walked away with nothing. What more do you want from me?"

After a pause, I turned to Brian, who was watching the scene with twisted satisfaction.

"I want no part in whatever feud exists between you brothers."

"I, Anna Chapman, from this moment forward, have no connection to the Shaw family."