His Unwanted Wife Is Another Man's Treasure
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't have c
rd the Thorne estate as if possessed, pulled by a gravity I hated but couldn't fight.
cret g
cient roses that Marcus used to call our sanctuary. It was the o
and slipped through the rusted iron gate. Th
moss. I wanted to see the old oak tree. The one
he had said, his hands covered
final hedge an
e alread
er head resting on his shoulder. He was pointing at something in the distance, a soft smile on hi
She stood up and walked over to the
manicured fing
w what she was pointing at. A jagged, broken branch hung li
't what held
s the
ined her. He pulled a
old bark,
wood. Against the spot where, thre. Sc
uiet like nails on a chalkbo
the fresh wound in the wood. "Put M
" Marcus
ting beneath my feet. Forever was a lie. It was just a word men
to the legs were chipped. And on the seat, where our names used t
d era
my veins. It wasn't the cold num
I bent down and grabbed a jagg
ked to the bench and
ac
a gunshot in t
d Izzy sp
wanted to pulverize the memory. I wa
ook a step forwar
e rock in my hand, then at my face, an
"The ex-wife is throwing a tantrum. Honey, try not to brea
athing was ragged. My hand was blee
my voice shaking, "just lik
ed into her pocket and pulled ou
t was the Thorne family crest. The
ore," she whispered. "You're just a guest h
was physical.
k. I didn't think
oved
wanted her away from me. I wa
a root, and she fell backward into the heav
groaned, cracked, a
Izzy s
eam caught my ankle. I fell hard, the breath knocked out of me. The trellis
. I gasped, trying
he grass, the top of the trellis resting li
the dust settled. He sp
each
t. He saw me pinned. He saw the
oked
ped ove
alk past me. He
He lifted the light section of wood off Izzy and sc
shing my shin, watching my husband check his
followed was loud
," I wh
at me. He kept
as ice. "Attacking her? In my home? We are don
d the house, carrying her
eft in
with a grunt of effort. I stood up, testing
everyth
dn't look back. I didn't
pped o
he closure