His Secret Wife, Her Public Shame
ge. Her designated spot was empty, but next to it, in
n't at a late-night
m inside the car. A muffled cry. Followe
ward the tinted windows of the Maybach. The glass was dark, bu
ered i
, his shirt unbuttoned, his face a mask of cold fury. Kneeli
er belt in his hand.
snarl, devoid of any of the affection he usually showed her
aring a white dress, one of Cecil's favorites, a
" he hissed, his voice dripping with contempt
vanna's back. She cried ou
nger practiced and demure, but raw with terror.
"You love my money. You love the life I g
e I allow it. You look like her because I paid for it. You
treaming down her face. "I'm
g to subside, replaced by a dark, preda
, his voice changing again, becoming soft an
re about power than passion. The car began to rock gently,
ss to the sordid scene. It was hor
He used her. He abused her. He saw her as an object
s of pleasure. They were the sounds of submissio
ne else. He had replaced her because he wanted a version of her that was c
in the face of his monstrous ego. The man she thought was her protect
choing in the silent garage. She didn't feel an
ack. She cried, not for the loss of his love,
Cecil looked like a ghost. H
ng. "Congratulations, Dr. Farley! The board has approved your pr
r. A few days ago, this news would have been a dream co
They went to a nearby restaurant, a place
e there. He had arra
alent and dedication. She smiled, she thanked them,
ward for her hard work. It was blood money. Cleve's
ulations, Dr. Farley," she said, her smile back in place, the bruis
Ivanna's. The touch made her want to recoil. She f
ed herself to go to the restroom.
uldn't stop herself. It was like picking at a wound, a s
allway near the restrooms. The
oice a low growl as he pressed Ivanna against th
whispered, her voice bre
clinging kiss. He responded,
il knew, but a possessive, controlling master. And Ivanna was not t
all as their bodies moved against it, the sou
ce, listening to the final, undeniable proof that her marriage