Once My Wife
/0/87513/coverbig.jpg?v=7e9ec2e0d0e585e06e3394a0bb20467c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ed out of the taxi. The sound, once so loud and close, no
y, from the pain it brought. Now, she stood in front of a tall glas
nds, like proof that she had built a new life. A stro
n? Isabel
ked up to her, holding a tablet and wearing a perfect smile.
. Of course. He was the mystery client
he shiny, quiet lobby. Everything looked expensive and cold. The
as his
er that girl from five years ago. She was Bella Quinn now. A successful architect. A strong single mo
oors
tall windows and a view of the city. He was sta
on
feel his presence tall, powerful, an
he t
opped br
t still sharp. Still him. His gaze landed on her and for a second, sh
like she was a st
eart pounded. This wasn't just the past show
didn't speak at first. He just studied her l
eep voice brok
I'm Jason Reed. You'll be
as sharp,
t her jaw
uspicious. He didn't know the truth, not
at moment
oing to be ju
had tried to leave behind. Something
/0/90950/coverorgin.jpg?v=22f020468c7893d4fba41f46b54ff5a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/90948/coverorgin.jpg?v=e838ba828708931b8d9c491316d875f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/99271/coverorgin.jpg?v=aff0935f4964e123a28886e0646f89d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/89898/coverorgin.jpg?v=de5f0a942d3fd15869619173f53cd852&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/93632/coverorgin.jpg?v=323632e4ac024375de5ec954ffd77667&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/77277/coverorgin.jpg?v=a86bff6b59d20bdaf60c7f33dd496c80&imageMogr2/format/webp)