No Divorce, Only Widowhood: His Possession

bracket, not a guarantee. Serena Vance stared at the cardboard box sitting on the white tablecloth. Her fin

er watch. Ten

ena shook her head without looking up. Her stomach felt like she had swallow

The air inside the room shifted. It was a subtle change, a sud

Knox wa

iced stride that made him look like he was walking on a movie set even when he was j

ffection, but from the sudden, sharp spike of adrenaline that came

shade of blue that had launched a dozen franchises, crinkled at the corners. He smiled

s voice was a low hum

nded her arm, she instinctively tugged the sleeve of her blouse down, covering the inside of her left wrist. The skin there crawled, a phantom

ite her and sat down, leaning forward, invading the neutral sp

using the nickname only he used.

stove. She tucked her hands into her lap, clench

n't about him. This is about us being done. Completely. I don't w

ead, looking at her with a pitying affe

riter. You feel things so deeply. Like that time in the desert. You gave

aying they didn't have enough O-negative, her screaming at them to take hers directly if they had to. It hadn't been romance. It had bee

essed rage. "That was a medical emergency in a godforsaken clinic beca

gnoring her distress. "I hear the rumors swirling around town. The h

ed. "And it's not a love

her palm. She stood up, her chair legs screeching ag

le, blocking her path to the exit. He loomed over her, using hi

stepping closer. "Just like y

rug. Harrison reached out, his hands gripping her upper ar

as

e, exploding from the windo

t let go. He held her tighter, pulling her slightly into h

set t

e water. The "secluded" table by the wi

issed. She shoved his

feigning surpris

caring about the scene. "If you come nea

n?" he sneered. "That icicle? He doesn't care about you, Ren. He only ca

ar the entrance, knocking a menu from his hand, but she didn't stop. Sh

alet, her hand shaking so bad

e leaned against the frame, looking mournful, looking heartbroken. Look

driver's seat. She fumbled with the ignition, her fingers sli

them in the rearview mirror-two men on motorcycles, cam

r knuckles aching. She merged aggressively, cutting off a Priu

ring no one was following her up the winding roads of Bel Air. Only when th

, lit up with a barrage of notifica

HEARTBROKEN? TEARFUL R

leaving her lightheaded. She swerved sharply down a side street,

he folded her arms over the steering wheel and buried

li

s going t

zed again. A

Mrs. H

will be home for dinne

her eyelids offered no comfort. It only ma