He Broke Me, Another Man Fixed Me

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ext morning e

photo albums-the ones from our honeymoon in Capri, the glossy spreads fro

smiling face bubbled, melting into a distorted

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satellite phone Hamilton had smuggled to me, along with a change of

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niffing the air. The acrid scent of burning

ked, his eyes scanning the

to look at him. "The clutte

rabbing my arm and spinning me around. "Y

survive, Jackson.

y wife. You are my property. You don't get to plan anything

o be romantic-a declaration of absolute devotion.

you anymore,"

yes w

ot tomorrow.

ising panic. He shoved me back against the wall, his f

oice! I own you! I b

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tore from

flushed, theatrical tears

burning up! He's

tantly, replaced by pure, unadulterated fear. He

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Candida grabbed h

ok back at me. He

wasn't even his blood, toward the w

against the wall

gh bubbling up in my throat. It

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ner. She wouldn't meet my eyes as s

y body weak from the adrenaline crash.

sted

emary and thyme, there was a meta

in, my heart hammering a vi

en, I remembered Candida

rying to

was alive, I was a threat to her position. If I died of "n

ed. The room ti

absorbed through my tongue-was alre

e filled with lead. I clawed at the loose floorboard, my nails

g so badly I could b

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my vision, tunneling my sight. My

ug, the phone slipping

re dying in the hearth, the emb

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