Queen Of His Twisted Betrayal

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d the constant, unsettling presence of Cameron. He hovered, a concerned husband,

a performance, a duty. A cold, hard knowledge had settled in my heart: hi

as cold, the sheets undisturbed. He was gone. A familiar c

but undeniably there. My heart hammered against my

hed, but a new kind of strength, cold and sharp, coursed through my veins. I walked

facing him, Cara. She was wearing a flimsy white dress, clinging to her slender frame, making

on. "You... you said you loved me. You said you' d leave her. Don't tell me

, please. Not now. Audrey is sick." His voice was low, laced w

he could react, she pressed her lips against his, a desperate, hungry kiss. He tried to push her away, his hands flat agai

ng her away, softened, then wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. His mouth

ing with a possessive triumph. Cameron's face

er voice husky. "You know you want me. Don't

I can't," he choked out, his eyes squeezed shut in torment. He

pe, the last glimmer of faith in his promises, eva

h pull, I yanked the door open. The sudden noise made them jump a