The Wife He Let Go: He Chose the Fake Heiress, I Chose Myself

through a full psych

osed, every question cut straight

walked out trembling, her

instinctively threw herself into Nathan's arms, buryi

ent, then raised his hand

over and over, "It's okay. It'

ide, her fingers freezi

forced a smile. "Nathan, something urgent came up at the c

she left

only lowering his gaze after she was completely go

elyn back into that dark,

her whole. Only that embrace gav

, her nose stinging. "I

t in. "If you'r

nd met a pair of u

t, Nathan had already

her. "You're jealous o

g in her eyes, confusion filling her f

cling to me in front of her, calling me your husband again and agai

rabbed his sleeve. "I was just scared. I couldn't contr

ish, Nathan shook he

ab home y

ked away without

stood frozen in place, a chill seeping

tmore, are you feeling any better? You can come back this afte

ter smile. "No, I w

warm coffee into the trash. That s

hed quietly. "Miss Whitmore, Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore have go

ded silent

y were just

on the swing in the yard, s

om the gate, an

d intimate. When he lowered his head to speak to her, his expression

Nathan's hand, resting on Anne

she had seen nothing. "When did you get back?

a glance, their expressions

per bag. "Evelyn, we passed by that bakery y

Evelyn took it and ate t

cing a smile. "Thank you. Th

sion, at the tear-streaked face

, Nathan cut in. "You sound co

the be

id it on the other side of the bed, putt

she heard Nathan sigh behind

r her head, wrapping herself

dn't want to face it. She just

ut, dragging her out from under the b

e role of a good husband in public and keep this marriage looking respectable. But remembe