Too Late, Mr. Morris: She's Mrs. Blakely Now

h school sweetheart, Ryan Morris, for another woman. Heartbroken, I fled to Paris, found

ne other than Ryan, who had become a petty valet. He and his new girlfriend, Sabrina, reve

ttered a precious sugar sculpture I crafted, and stole the locket Andrew gave me. Ryan even slapp

a depraved act? Why did he believe I was still that desperate g

e in, his eyes blazing. He saw the wound on my cheek, the shattered gift, and his once-quiet fury w