Between Love And Revenge

aving her gasping and disoriented. Her bag spilled open beside her, papers scattering ac

an. A tall, broad-shouldered figure stood before her

asked, his voice

ons swirling within her made it impossible to focus. Her lips trembled, and fresh tears s

said softly, crouching down to

to whisper, her voice b

, carefully gathering the paper

o her, she turned on her heel and bolted out of the room. She didn't care who he was or what his expression might have been. Nothing mattered anymore. All she want

loyal assistant, asked, her voice laced with

above a whisper. She didn't look at Sophie, didn't explain

looded her thoughts, each one a cruel reminder of what she had lost. The house they were driving toward wasn't just a structure made of bricks a

ey would argue over the smallest things, only to make love with the kind of passion that made her believe they were invincible. Ethan had been h

his. Divorce. The word felt like a dagger, sharp and cold, twisting in her chest.

car pulled up to the gate of her home, Cleo's chest tightened. This place, once her sanctuary, now felt suffo

, her voice panicked as tears welled u

e away from the house. The further they got, the easier it became for Cleo to breat

phie asked gently, glancing a

her voice steadier no

here are we going?" Sophie as

I need something for this nosebleed. After that,

Sophie replied, her t

ally arrived at the hotel, Cleo booked two rooms-one for herself and one for Sophi

day was crushing her, but at least here, in this small, unfamiliar space, she could fee

ook over. Sleep came quickly, pulling he