Her Pain, His Ultimate Regret

the top, nothing he could do. I was the scapegoat for a supposed error, fired from the co

something in his expression before it was gone, and he walked right past me without a word, leaving a sharp pain in my chest. I hailed a cab

ptions, but I kept them hidden. He finally came home, his tension easing when I told him I just had a cold. He

ars ago, he paid off my mother's gambling debts, turning me into his "kept woman." I was dutiful, obedient, supp

ecker," she sneered, slapping me hard across the cheek. I ended up in the hospital with a concussion. Nathan came back, but his mai

ent. I closed my eyes, and a single tear escaped. He didn't wipe it away. Our thr

tten our agreement? Unless one of us dies, I am the one who decides when we pa