His Regret, My Freedom

Leo pancakes, shaping them into dinosaurs like I always did. I

d wide, doe-like eyes, long blonde hair, and a look of terrified innocence. She clutche

as S

, calm. My heart was hammering against my

to the house, as if expecting him to materialize and sa

o the driveway. He jumped out, not even botheri

ure of concern and irritation. He guided her inside, his arm possessively around her shoulder

urned back to Skylar, his voice softening in

n't you dare say anything to upset her,"

witched into a bitter smile. Fragile. After a decade of being his

arting from Ethan's face to mine. She was clearly

. I walked to the kitchen and returned with a

ss, and our fingers

he living room. "Would you like some coffee? Or I have some

with designer clothes I'd purchased for this exact scenario. Genero

ed way. The kind of pretty that made a man like Ethan feel young and powerful again. I cou

tly. "Go upstairs with Ethan

rating my own

, his hand on the small of her back. I could hear hi

d changed into a soft, cream-colored cashmere sweate

her against his chest. He looked at me with an expressi

oesn't she?" he said, a

tly at Skylar. "He's all yours. The divorce wil

n, her expression pleading for confirmation. "Is

il he had left out of his g

face into her hair. "Yes, baby. I told you I w

possessive, public dis

ered a time when he had looked at me that way, with that same all-consuming devotion. It was a long time ag

ad been the one he promised the world to.