Beyond Betrayal: Finding Her Own Path

ildfire. Ava Miller, the cold, ambitious journalist, had publicly humiliat

er in the office parking lot.

d you're going to apologize to Sarah,"

ranger he had become. "I hav

use of you! Because of your

manipulative actress who fainted when

you, I'm telling you! You are

sound. "Your wife? Is that what

and loud, the force of it snapping her head to the side. The sting o

d hit

who had sworn to pro

dropping to his side, his eyes wide with

stammered, trying to justify his

ver seen before. She remembered him holding her after her miscarriage, promising to alwa

you do?" sh

ung her own hand and slapped him across the face,

on one of utter disbelief. He had never been challenged like

nal sense of release. The last embers of love she had held for him

d, her voice clear and stea

glance. She didn't look back to see the stunned, broken man sh

uce. He didn't call. She didn't reach out

ed in her inbox fro

single-handedly stopped a bank robbery last night. The department is putt

cynical smile touching her l

, when he saw the robbery in progress. He'd intervened, disarming one of the suspects. And wh

ting Sarah Hayes, to check on her rec

ry laugh. She t

take

fessional. She would write the story. And it

in a private one. Sarah Hayes was there, sitting up in bed, looki

ker of hope in his eyes. He thought

" he

nal. She held up her press badge. "I'm Ava Miller, from the

l. Sarah, ho

! How wonderful!

rk. She took out her recorder and pla

, Detective. Can you walk me th

e details of the robbery, the chase, the arrest. But when she asked for

king when you saw t

ning kicked i

rming technique, one that's quite risky.

king lost. "I...

l about it. He was thinking about how he couldn't let anyone else get