Ex-wife Strikes Back: No Love Left For You, Hubby!

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on your release but then discovered you had deleted her. She thought you still resented her. She broke

but she maintained her composure. "Shane

is a patient, Yvonne! She is already stuck in a wheelchair because of you. S

tears back. "If she's as fragile as you say, then it's all the more reason fo

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all ended with a sharp click, and she

paghetti and ate quietly, her thoughts heavy. Th

stood before Maggie's tombstone for what felt like an eter

already evening. Just as she entered, she

ence. Normally, when Shane was with Jayde, he wouldn't

e's unusual behavior, Yvonne i

ne's voice cut through

d but didn't

nne, his gaze locking onto hers. "You've grown bold, ha

st him. But Shane grabbed her wrist, his grip firm. "I'm ta

with restrained emotion. "Yes, Shane, I've been to prison. My life is

ced the puffiness around her eyes, the faint redness. "Have y

I wasn't there for her when she was buried.

son I pushed for you to return to prison that day was because I

itterness spilling over. "Are you even listening to you

ce was steady now, cold and final. "I'm fed up with

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walk-in closet, dragging out an ol

the Brooks family had given her after

ut through the silence. "It was just a year in prison. I mad

inly ensured I was treated differently. Every meal there was packed with spinach and l

The transfusions saved her life. You work in medicine-you sho

vonne's lips. "Show me one doctor who

handbags-a collection worth hundreds of

n? One bag per transfusion. I alw

's selection, and

leaving Yvonne with the ostentatious piece

Shane and Jayde believed exchanging bloo

with a slight smile. "Keep your compens

saged his

ned compliant-occasionally sulking but neve

et after staying in prison for so long. Let's not fight, okay? I asked Z

nds, grabbed her suitcase,

fluid motion, Shane swep

ist, she was placed on

r as he whispered in her ear, "Yvonne, stop being angry, alri

t thundered i

er, she would always melt under Shane

is pattern, drawing her to bed

pushing her limits until she broke into tears, be

claimed Yvonne's lips, his finger

reality, struggling to break f

in his eyes as he studied her beneath him. "You're saying no

nne's cheeks whe

. "This past year without you was torture... I worked

the night, broken only by the steady drumming of ra

y nuance of Yvonne's body. His every touch wa

ng resolve. Though she struggled against him, Shane seemed de

d, "Yvonne, I