My Ex-Husband's Unforgivable Sin

roses delivered to the apartment, so large they barely fit through the door

he used on investors. He had made a reservation at a new, ridic

id part of me, the part that still remembered the boy I fell i

g when my phone buzzed.

ent is flooding. A pipe burst.

b. I sat on the edge of the bed, the silk of my dress fee

in. It wasn't a text. It

was pretending to fix a pipe under her sink. Molly's reflection was visible in the mirror. She was wearing nothing but a towel, a sly grin on

iable proof. The final nail i

I didn't screa

ou come get Buddy? Just for a fe

Andrew using him

om my bag. They were already signed. I

nlocked. I walked in and found Molly there, lo

I asked, my voice

n her face. "Oh, the mutt? Andrew took h

ng I had ever felt, surged through me. He had taken my

t ran. Out of the apartment, out of the

eamed, my voic

, the rain, the people stari

ind me, grabbing my arm. His grip was like iron. "You co

The absurdity of

ts. A car, swerving on the wet p

rd. But it wasn't to save me. It was to put me between him and the

dn't coun

somehow escaped the shelter. He had tracked my scent. And in the

me, right into the pat

kening thud. A

nt. Buddy lay still

rable loss of it all, was too much. My