Too Late For Love: My Coldhearted Ex-Husband
phone from the carpet
ed. Tran
d her skull like a rubb
because she loved him-she told herself-but because this was a PR nightmare waiting
he hadn't eaten since lunch. The tequila shot was churnin
n. She needed food. Just a
the massive Sub-
stocked. Rows of organic vegetables, e
hing wa
of pasta salad. A pre-made smoothie. Jorden preppe
st ingredients
k of cheddar cheese.
ere the knives? She opened a drawer.
of a chef's knife. It felt alien in her hand, heavy and unbalanced. She had never actually used this thing. She
ough she wasn't sure if she
ent child. And she hated Jorden for making her feel this wa
f milk. She would just
e date. It exp
y in the fridge. He rotated the s
paying attention for day
n into the trash wi
s trembled as she ordered a pizza. A greasy, carb-loaded pizza
sly. I hope it gives me
ed, she paced
own at New Yor
eating li
alive. Every movement sent a spike of white-hot pain through his chest, but he categorized the sensation, acknowledged the nerve signals, and compartmental
ked in, looki
. remarkable. Your blood pressure has normalized. Your cortisol levels ar
The body follows the mind, Doc
accid
ge," Jorden
atever you're doing, keep doing it. We might be able
have wo
You nee
at his phone. He had asked Nurse Joy to help him order a replacement on
ck the social media fallout. The algorithm, cr
our ago. Chloe's
tticus. Singin
Soulmates. Evans
e video. He watch
e would have been analyzing every pixel,
den saw som
when Atticus got too close. The tension in her jaw. The w
appy. She wa
he narcissistic preening. The way he positioned h
asite. Catarina Evans is a host b
l sorry for her. It ma
the screen. He
typed a
atch. Bes
ure on a death certificate. A public acknowledgment t
urned off
te a slice standing up over the sink, grease drippin
hone
tion from
Chloe Vance's post: Per
of pepperoni fell from
as a
as o
... wishin
he whispered. Her
sitting in a hospital bed, probably perfectl
hissed. "I'll giv
rust into the disposa
d she wasn't going to hold his ha