Shattered Vows: The Unwanted Wife's Escape

ash over her face. She looked at her reflection in the smeared glass. The heavy makeup, the aggressive red lips, the glittering silver sequins peeking out from under her open coat. She looked like a c

ne playing

lled onto a dark, industrial str

sp fifty-dollar bill and ste

y two massive men in black suits. A line of shivering, desperate pe

king sharply on the concrete, and stopped right in

ed in front of her, crossing his mas

ership card,

ged the heavy cashmere coat off her shou

eetlights, glittering like crushed glass. It

egs. He recognized the exact type of woman she was playing tonight-high-end, reck

gain. He unhooked the velv

through th

. The walls vibrated with the heavy

of soundproof doors, and the noi

asers. The air was thick, heavy with the smell of

ance floor. Bodies pressed against hers,

ing to pull her against him. Atha shoved his chest

massive circular bar i

and slid onto it, dropping

attoos, immediately abandoned the custo

ed?" he yelled

back. "Patrón Silver.

and slammed a small shot glass onto the sti

esitate. She threw her head back and s

s. It hit her empty stomach with a violent burn. Her eye

th her fingernail. The

it. Then

r vision started to blur. The crushing weight in her chest f

rhythm of the bass. The sequins on her dress flashed und

designer shirts were watching her. Wall Stre

ry grin, detached himself from the group. He picked up

her phone screen, giggling softly as she repeatedly t

or of the club, a row of semi-private

er booth, a pair of ice-blue eyes wa

e darkness of the first floor, illu

booth froze. His en

irl in the silver sequined

dge of his leather seat, h