Her Last Name, His Claim

he man who once swore you were his everything,

wn the ruffles of my engagement dress, a shade a li

ed nu

nd was to answer because my heart already k

ell

ong came through the line, dee

year, sweetheart? You were always

s, and yet his voice still had the

nz

"So should I send flowers to the engagement party, or wo

ed, "E

, came hi

y dress, suddenly short o

erous kind of laugh that a

actly what I

nship in years. You left.

n us. And separated isn't divo

my breathing, " I sent you the

I just don't re

s calm as I remember, yet sharp

agreement, Enzo. Ju

thinking, Elena." He whisp

you'll have to come see me.

playing y

u'll come home, Elena. To our home. And we'll talk lik

el it in my throat. "Enzo, you can'

fe, bearing my name. That gives me certain...r

ne wen

hone shaking in my hand

at me, a woman trying to s

ck, I felt it again... the pull I h

like that

e wasn't

coming

e at the mirror and headed out t

aw was disappointment. Nathan stood there,p

k to tell me you're still married?" When were you planning to tell me, Elena? After getting marri

much this was killing me. "I'm really sorry, Nathan. I didn'

time ago and I just heard you having a "sign the divorce papers" conversation. My God!

ime ago since we went our separate ways. I just need to get the

red and bossy, already in full organizer mode. "Yo

event planning lik

a dozen smiling faces. I smiled back as I always do.

cing, pretending. Reminding myself this was my engagement part

miles I forced, his voic

, Elena and we'l

ion. I was going to see him. I didn't care

, but as soon as he parked, he stared stra

ing," he said qu

of

neglect, the

pulative. He's trying to mess with you, Elena. You really think meeting him is a good

ion. If I show up with you, It'll only give him more pow

. " I still think you s

ly. It's time I fin

but I could see th

ng back. To Enzo's voice, his threats and the sinking feeling that the

ally wanted had nothing to do

rything to

s soon as we got inside and Nathan went to grab a drink,

e party. Remember, sweetheart.

at his message again, finge

ined my night or at the fact that he stil

hit the c

t ring. "Well,that was

calling because I'm ready to talk. But we

ve is yours. It's your ho

re meeting som

that laugh, the low one

the nearest bed if you come to my house? Or m

an idiot. Believe what you wan

need a crow

agree,

But don't expect me to be nice, sweetheart. I mean, you're

uld respond