Elaine's Fury: The Woman Reborn
k of ice. Cole' s name glowed on the
ront him. Not no
me, and paint me as hysterical and unstable. They had been doing it for years, sub
. I needed proof th
ddering breath and
, calm and even. "Sorry, just got tu
er end. I could almost hear
voice was slick with manufactured concern. The s
I lied, forcing a light laugh. "It's
aid. "I thought I hea
smoothly. "I'm heading back to the ballro
as testing me. "Of course.
said and en
l trembling. The girl who had run from the airfiel
namics' stable future. My engagement to the brilliant Cole Koch had been the ultimate PR move afte
partner. I
eliberate. The noise, the lights, the fake smiles-it all
ir heads together, whispering. They glanced up as I approached, t
" my mother said, her vo
ng me into a hug. "I
t. The scent of her betrayal. I had to fight the urge to physically recoil. I le
nst his chest. "Just a bit
stroking my back. "Sit
as the future of the company. Cole accepted the praise with practiced humility, his eye
kneeling in front of his
n we get i
e restroom. I splashed cold water on my face, staring at the woman in the
ers of manipulation. I needed something undeniable.
ed evi
for the rest of the night, laughing at the right moments, holdi
ng views of the city. It was supposed to be our home, the st
o the rhythm of Cole's breathing. Every breath was a lie. I wa
lipped o
rictly his domain. He kept his personal laptop th
glow of the city skyline. His laptop sat on the polished oak desk, closed
till holding his warmth. I opened the laptop. T
name. My birthday. Our anniversary.
truly important to him?
tte.
te`. Nothing. `
med photo on his desk. It was tucked behind a stack of papers, almost hidden. It was a
a photo he' d shown me months ago, c
st pens and paperclips, was the very same locket. My finge
ened
scopic photo of Juliette. On the
ghes. Aug
back to the laptop and ty
ck for a second, an
loaded, and the air was
iarra, sitting on a picnic blanket in a sun-dre
th absolute certainty that I