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Isaiah was safe. No one in the world could make me tell them what had happened at that cabin in the mountains. Because now, I was his wife.
Thinking about her was painful. Each beat of my heart pricked. My lungs burned. I’d married Genevieve when my soul was held captive by a ghost.
“They’re constellations.” Some fit between the knuckles. Others dipped down to the softer skin between my fingers. “Why constellations?” I turned my attention to my sandwich. “For someone I used to know who loved the stars.”
“Go ahead. I’ve never seen them.” “What?” She gaped. “You’re kidding.” “Nope.” “We’re watching them,” she declared. “And ordering pizza for dinner.”
That would be my reaction the entire time 😂😂😂😂😂
“You hate me for her,” I whispered, sensing Dash behind me. “Yes.” “Fair enough.” I was the living, breathing reminder of our father’s adultery. I turned away from the photo. “I’m not my mother, but I loved her. I don’t agree with what she did, but she was my mom. Maybe one day you’ll see that I’m a victim here too.”
Shannon was the pregnant woman he’d killed. Maybe I’d suspected it for a while, but to know it was true didn’t make it easier to hear. This was Isaiah’s nightmare. He’d killed his fiancée. And their baby.
OMG!!! I WAS RIGHT!!!! 😮😮😩😩🙊🙊
Genevieve had the power to destroy me completely. My life would be in ruins when she walked away. This kiss wouldn’t change the future. I shoved those thoughts away. And I kissed my wife.
Last night, he’d let down his guard. Last night, I’d fallen asleep in his arms. And last night, I’d stopped pretending I wasn’t in love with my husband.
“It’s Draven.” My heart stopped. “What?” “He’s . . . dead,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry, doll. He’s gone.”
