No Longer His Wife, But Her Own Architect

"Don't you worry about me, Sa

at about you, dear? You look... tired. I

hing's fine, Aunt Carol.

not now. My pain was mine to carry, at least for

knowing look b

gave her the camellia a

ut her eyes lit up. "Though this camellia is

worried about my finances, especially since Mark controll

ot her some soup and a roll. She ate s

ed me, a thoughtful expression on her face. I

and settled her back in her cozy little house. Before

ed anything, Sarah

mediately. My mother' s antique silver locket, the one she' d given me before she

old. Mark woul

end pawn shop on Mark' s desk, dated t

locket. My things. For m

g anger. This wasn't just betrayal

rove to the city building where Mark worked.

ionist. "Jessica Evans.

, stammered, "Uh, 23rd floor, but Mr.

mind a whirl of rage and determination. I h

heard voices from a nearby conference room, the d

d the d

on the table. Mark' s arm was around Jessica' s waist. And on Jessi

from my lungs. Rage, pur

word. I strod

ng in surprise, then narrowing

his hand immediately dropping from Jessica' s w