His Unknowing Bride

ion vehicle sat on the lawn like a metal monster, its clawed bucket having already ripped a

unding against her ribs. "What' s going o

turned from the wr

eyes. He wasn' t wielding a hammer himself, but he was clearly in c

ern you, Ava," he s

is my house!" she cried, ge

han any shout. He held up a set of documents. "Your father sold it to m

rse. Another mess, another debt left for someone else

she whispered, the fig

face a mask of contempt. He looked a

promises. It' s fitting that it comes down." He paused, his gaze raking over her. "You' re just like h

painting her with the same brush. The injustice of it burned in her throat, but she was

m," she managed to sa

t. I' m not the naive boy

ed without another word, her shoulders slumped in defeat. As she walked back to her car, she took out her phone.

as: Reconcil

With a final, heartbreaking sense

treat, not with him there. She found a cheap, rundown motel on the edge

the lumpy mattress and stared at the water-stained ceiling. The hope that h

It was truly, finally ove