Tangled Hearts: In Love With My Ex Husband's Boss
he doctor's words, "I'm so sorry, Ms. Woods," kept playing in my head, over and over. I stumbled through the door of my apartment, my eyes b
nt was too quiet, a weird, heavy quiet. I was thinking maybe he was still in the office finalizing the paper
n a crack, and light was spilling out. What I saw made my stomach dro
e with shock. Jasmine tried to cover herself, her face a
voice rough, "Come on, baby.
family, it was all gone. And right in front of me, I saw another kind of betrayal. My heart felt like it wa
away from them, as far as possible. So I just ran, my feet pounding against the cold tile, my breath hitching in ragged sob
rn steps, my fingers trembling as I punched the doorbell. The sound, sharp and insistent, ech
mond's familiar face, his brow fur
him like my life depended on him. He held me right as well, his strong arms a comforting anchor in the storm rag
oice thick with tears. "And J
e the horror, the sheer, gut-wrenching betray
e sat beside me, his presence a silent comfort. He didn't rush me, didn't demand explanat
the hospital, about the empty ultrasound, about the doctor's pitying gaze. I told him about c
d, his expression a mixture of shock, anger, and deep, unwavering sympathy. He didn't interrupt, d
om. The air crackled with unspoken rage, with the sh
erous. "To you? After... after everything you both have been through? I
And Jasmine... my cousin. She is practically m
d. "They'll pay for th
ain was too deep, the betrayal too profound. I felt like I was drowning, like t
a promise of something I couldn't quite grasp. A strange, almost detached thought drifted t
ry," he said, his voice low and serious, "You need to divorce that
ought of starting my life all over ag
no one else except him and you" I
thing I couldn't decipher. It wasn't pity, or even just anger. It was
e grave. "But we'll figure it out. I
ean? What dangerous path is he about to take? What did "everything" entail? The room was silent, but the questions and the events of t