My Heart, His Spare Part

Johns

was a ghost, a shadow, a stranger in my peripheral vision. He still followed me, a few paces behind, his silent watch a constant, i

wn to the last detail. He'd set it before me, then step back, waiting. I would push the plate away, un

d straight ahead, and slide into the backseat without a glance. I never once saw his hand hesitat

s face was gaunt, unshaven, his eyes shadowed with a profound weariness. He was

now her jealousy simmered, a constant, low-burning flame. I saw h

he hallway. "Grant, what's wrong with you?" Her voice was shrill, laced with ann

oice low and tired. "Dariana,

you! Why are you letting her treat you like this? She needs you, Grant! She'll c

e that. When she cuts someone off, it's final." His eyes held a deep, unfamiliar fear. "And if we lose her... if she doesn't forgive me... how are you going to get what you

words confirmed everything. My blood

a," he continued, his voice heavy with desperation.

ive joy. She reached up, pulling his face down, an

his frame, but he didn't pull away. He just s

ollable tremor. My breath hitched, a choked gasp trapped in my throat. I pressed my hands over my mouth, stifling the raw scream t

to my room. I locked the door, then slid down, collapsing onto the floor, my back against the cold wood. My mind reeled,

A lifeline. I fumbled for it, my

he said, his voice brisk. "A formal introduction. Their son, Aaden, wil

ddering breath, forcing down the acidic taste of betrayal in my mouth. "Under

t be late."

lection a pale, ghost-like apparition. My eyes were red-rimmed, my lips swollen from silent s

anguish. I chose a sleek, dark dress, perfectly cut, that accentuated my figure. I pulled my hai

s cold, poised, and utterly unyielding. There was no trace of the heartbrea

the marble floor. "Prepare the car," I said to a

He took a hesitant step forward. "Kianna, where are you going? I wasn't informed of

look beautiful!" she exclaimed, her voice syrupy sweet. "Are you going to a party? Can I c

r carefully constructed fantasy. "Yes, Dariana," I said, my voice dangerously soft. "You can c