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We were married. What the fuck are we doing?
Marital/Spousal Privilege where the spouse doesn’t have to give up confidential information in regards to their husband/wife’s alleged crimes
The only sweetness of hers I’d have on my lips would be from these cookies. I didn’t get to kiss Genevieve. I didn’t deserve that kind of beauty. Not after all the ugly I’d caused.
We love a broken boy.
After months of reaching for her, months of winding her dainty fingers through mine, her hand had become a shelter.
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.
Isaiah looked in the mirror and saw everlasting broken pieces, but maybe my broken pieces would fit with his. Together, maybe we’d make a whole.
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.
My wife.
Oh yeah, that’s the good stuff
More like we have to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that he DID kill her… working in law enforcement ruins books sometimes😂🤦♀️
“We could change our names and live way up north. We’d be like pioneers, living off the grid.” His thumb stroked my cheek. “As long as your last name matches mine, I’m good with that too.”
