Betrayal on the Wedding Day

e from my grasp before I could answer. Her

r voice a low murmur. "Let's no

ing my face down to hers. Her eyes were intense, her expression a mixture of des

me, Ethan," Ava whispered, h

k even to my own ears. A part of me, the foolish, hopeful part I thought had

a insisted, pressing her body aga

her feelings perfectly clear. I needed to move on. I let Ava lead

as a blur of skin and heat, a desperate attempt to chase away the ghosts of the past week. It was

is was too soon. It felt wrong, like trying

st my side, her breathing even and deep. She was asleep. I carefully slipped out of bed a

screen showed twelve m

ed. My thumb hovered over it, a wa

was cold a

at the mansion. W

o typically Olivia. She still saw me as someone at her beck an

e for hours just because she'd sent a vague text message hinting she might want to see me. I'd arrive, my heart full

d devotion I had offered for a decade. I had

have jumped at her command was gone. He had died i

pain was still there, a dull, constant ache, but it was now over

re aw

nding in the bedroom doorway, wrapped

fixed on the phone in my hand. There was no judgment in her voice, only

swer. I did

ause I wanted to see her face when she realized her power over me was gone. I wante

e pawn. It was my t