The Wife Who Never Loved

aw with rage. His fingers dug into my jaw, his eyes blazi

ed, his voice low, venomous. "Can' t you see what I' m trying to do?

into the mattress beside

e a punctured balloon. He rolled onto his side, facing a

e echoing in the bedroom, mocking the eerie

cing a path down his temple. It must have been

t ringing, ag

t the phone he' d knocked off

d, then pi

I said, my voice flat. We

ity. "Give me the phone," he

one, he gripped my wri

the speaker. "Hunter, baby, did you forget you were m

, my face burning

rely a whisper. "You don' t want to m

, without a word, he began to change h

n me. "Aubrie is my woman now," he said, his voic

u really think you were more important than her? Rememb