His Poisoned Love, My Shattered Heart

Frazie

nger ignited in his gaze. He rushed forward, shielding Jetta behind him, his body a wall of accusation. "What

irected at me. My lips curled into a bitter smile. "She's a home-wrecker, Dale," I stated, my voice dangerously calm. I

n him seemed to deflate slightly. "Don't be ridiculous, Faith," h

ou can be intimate with her here, but I can't speak the t

a flicker of regret in his eyes. "Faith, let me explain," he began, but Jetta, still sniffling behind him, whispered his name

g. I slapped his hand away, the sting in my palm a welco

eard his frantic footsteps behind me, then Jetta's soft, pleading cry of his name. I didn't loo

e up. My bags were already

athless, frantic. He pulled a diamond ring from his pocket, scrambling to put it on my finger. "Marry m

face was earnest, and for a fleeting moment, I was transported back to a time when his promises meant everyt

ew from my grasp, clattering to the floor. "What exactly

ing, Faith?! How much longer are you going to keep this up?!" he roared, his voice laced with frustration. "You're being irrational! Jetta's just an int

ant person in my life for ten years, Dale. But I have my own education, my own career. I'm not some clingi

stared at me, disbelief etched on hi

flight. He narrowed his eyes, reaching fo