More Than a Mistress, Less Than a Wife
n found Liv in the kit
one casual, as if he hadn't compl
was unaware she h
usness was
, not trusting
he chasm between the
at this weekend. What do you say we ta
hopeful smile that used
t looked ma
e, foolish hope – stirred within he
"old times"
wafted into the kitchen, a ha
n a yacht before. Do you mind if I join, Liv? For t
nnocent, but her eyes
a surge
d, designed to ruin any chance
ed torn fo
know... maybe
trembled. Tears
I'm being a burden, aren't I? I
aved in
can come! It'll be good
hing, not when she played
her heart har
onstant, painful rem
twright family yacht w
ntion was so
she was comfortable, bringing he
well have b
hing the New England coastline r
pectator to her husband's
blew in, catchin
wind howled, and the sea
screaming, f
s swinging! He
into the mainsheet, causing the heavy
ding strai
no time
n as the boom slammed into her, sending her fl
ction was i
ot for Liv,
loe to safety on deck, cradli
oe, I've got yo
cold seeping into her bones, her a
eck, his back to her, co
looked to see i
ad c
ind: Ethan, years ago, on this
hing ever happens, Liv, I'll
, of his complete abandonment no
the cold water
washed o
r arm and her heart becoming a dull
was
s how i