Shattered Vows: The Unwanted Wife's Escape

avy velvet curtains and

used the temperature in the

of delicate French desserts on the t

ers interlaced, her chin on the back of her h

ing sneer, "it's pathetic. You act like a ruthless CEO. But you're

ver knife he held scraped hars

is eyes were dark, and suppr

er. "You've played the role of a submissive, loving wife for three ye

ace turned deathly pale.

Three years of genuine affectio

drew when he was hungover. The matching couple's pajama

s what he see

g to end, he thought she was no different from those wo

t onto the table. The napkin knocked over a water gla

want to breathe the same air

ped his fingers sharply at

and ran over, placing a

en's hand reached out. A black centurion

f power. A final de

he just let out a h

stood up. The chair scraped

staurant, enveloped in a

ttan wind rushed in. Snowflakes, mixed with r

ogged over and handed H

ssenger door. He stood there, the wind

l give you a ride."

ng at him as if he were a s

alk barefoot

the intersection. She raised her arms. Her sil

ng the wet road surface to slip sli

ed the handle so tightly his knuckles were almost raw. He st

r door and threw hers

ri

he rearview mirror. He was still stan

trembling breath.

streetlights outside the

ody began to tremble violently. The heating was on, but she felt like a bloc

lenched them into fists. My nails dug into my palms

f his bag. His thumb ho

o of a penthouse balcony

ilded

he remembered the marble side table in the apartment. A thick stack of divorce papers. Sig

ed her style of dress, her tone of voice, and her walking speed, a

s he see

Tools. Tr

all she got in return was

ast shows th

s the ultimate

of her hand. She was angry at her own weakness, refusing to shed

k her bags and wait for her early flight. But the thought of returning to that desola

g loud and unrestrained to drown ou

unique and chaotic undergr

he plans have changed," she said firmly and decisively. "We're

teering wheel, and veered across

ut a small mirror and quickly touched up her smudged eyeliner. S

s itself is a weapon. No

tely burn Hayden Moran's