darkness. The sprawling space was silent, save for the hum
ense of relief washed over her as
with light, and
ment was the faint red glow of a cigarillo between his fingers. The air
tablet across the marble coffee
Post. The headline was a punch to the gut: "MRS. HUDSON'
, on the terrace of a café yesterday afternoon. He was leaning in clo
she'd laughed too hard. A simple, friendly gesture. In
ngerous rumble. "Couldn't even wait for me t
ose in her throat and died. After the calculated cruelty in that resta
was his co
He was off the sofa, his hand clamping onto her
up. The fidelity clause.
gaze without flinching. "Our marriage was over th
wrong thi
anger, now burned with something
til the papers are
s. She struggled, but it was like fighting against a stone wa
cold. She knew
ld scramble away, he was on her, his weight pinning her down. One hand gripped the neckline of
she cried, her hands beating aga
is breath was hot against her ear. "Insane? You want to see what m
hment. A brutal, violent claiming
lling emptiness. She went limp, a broken doll,
a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. But it was q
s a liar. It reacted to her with a ferocious honesty that
and went into the en-suite bath
violated body. The tears came silently, hot tracks of shame
e her, why this despe
s later, wrapped in a plush white robe, his face o
ook at her
t room tomorrow. And stay away
e bedroom door shutting echoing the
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