Married to the Man Who Killed Me
a's Jo
ng, an hour before we were du
coming,
was immediat
What game are you play
e, contorted with fury. Good. Let him feel
for breath, I spoke,
new term
insane? You agreed!
haven't signed the final agre
Olivia? Money? The
Ethan. One mont
what?" He soun
me. You participate. No arguments. No Chloe tagging along. Just you and me. Y
ar him breathing he
ces? What
Do we have a
ce. Desperate for Chloe. He'd s
out. "And then you sign, no
rd," I
What's the first... task?" He s
Preservation Society G
ore he could
or. Ethan had to be there for appearances. H
face a thundercloud. He looked impeccabl
but classic. And a new headscarf, silk, patterned in soft blues a
with," he muttered,
t, invisible wife. He barely spoke to me, his attention constantly scanning the ro
atively unknown artist. It was beautiful, serene. A small cottage by a windswept sea. It
nging for a peace I
foolish leap. Was he... buying it for me? A peace offering? A
ted him. He smiled, a genuine, pleased sm
me, but to his pho
warm, intimate. "I got it. The p
ly reached for his arm, froze.
ourse. It was always for Chloe.
e now seemed to mock m
ous to the devastation he'd
w?" he snapped. "You look
y, blindly pushing through the glittering
me out to
is your problem?" he
han." My voice wa
me why you're acti
nd. "You buy a painting for your mistress,
y uncomfortable. "It's just a paint
ree. "Yes, I suppose I am. Co
leaving him s
ding success. For him, a
just another
to. He was probably celebrating his victory wit
exhausted me more than I cared to admit
he called. His v
ur little list, Olivia?
"The Hayes ancestral h
What for? That cr
e, Ethan. Part of the leg
g sound. "Fine. Newport it
hun
dication. A few changes of
suitcase from my hand. An unconscious gesture of care, perha
t," he observed,
uch I need any
atch the do
e airport, his phone rang. Chloe, of
way from me, already walking towards his study for privacy. "Wha
oment later, his
Chloe's sick. I
at me. He did
ust
alone in the hallway
ai