The Wedding He Lost

wnstone. Our brownstone. The multi-million d

nd found them in the grand living room

ueprints of my completed projects, were gone. In their place were dozens of framed photos. Andrew and Molly a

ace crumpled into a ma

clutching Andrew's arm. "I never meant for t

ion cold, expectant. He wanted m

er hand brushing against my leg. I felt a sharp, stinging pain. I looked down. Four angry r

deliberate

away from me.

a theatrical gasp and stumbled backward, collapsing in a heap

!" she s

dn't even look at my bleeding leg. He ru

e snarled. "You're

ards standing by the door, men who

ff," he commanded, his voice d

ly October day. The outdoor pool

ty before their faces went blank. They were his men first. They each

w me into

ring violently, my teeth chattering. My leg throbbed, and I c

her hair, murmuring comforting words. I couldn't hear everything, but a

ow... a shield... to protect yo

all I was. All

housand times worse than Molly's scratches. It was an agony so intense

g was being overtaken by a much darker, thicker

I'd taken after he choked me.

ast thing I saw was Andrew's face, turned away from me, fo