The Dying Wife's Final Gift

pulative tone, "there was... an accident. A mistake. Chanel is pregnant

attempting to appeal to her sense of compassion

d. This is the only honorable thing to do. It is a t

mug, handsome face was an almost overwhelming physical force. She

cation exam. She remembered him bringing her soup when she was sick. Wer

matter. The man who did those things w

d what am I supposed to do in the meantime? Hid

ore he masked it with a patient smile. "I know

g," she said

yet the pressure was precise, his knuckles pressing into the soft flesh just above her elbow with an unmistakab

from

ice turning hard. "You are not going anywh

r skin. "Even if we are divorced on paper, you

e obsession in his eyes for the first time.

of cold indifference. She had a plan. Sh

rk to find the front door ajar. She hea

recting two men who were moving

"Dessie, listen. Chanel was evicted from her apartment. She had nowhere to

t his audacity. He was moving his

ile," he said quickly. "Unt

r face. "I am so sorry for the intrusion, De

lked past them and into the l

mantle, was gone. In its place was a large, fra

testament to her hard work, was also gone. Hanging i

were standing in the doorway. Craig had t

said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "The place just felt a littl

s face. He had not only let her do it, he h

a hand on her flat stomach. "With Craig's baby. We

to inflict maximum pain, that Dess

nd her. "Chanel, perhaps you should go rest. Dessie, can you

other woman from his wife, in their own ho