From Temporary to Unforgettable Love

lly Holland. Our five-year marriage was a sham, a contract he'd sig

elly. When they emerged from the powder room, her lips

into our home. He accused me of stealing

was innocent. He called the police, who co

should have married you," he spat. "Y

five years of quiet love and devotion meant nothing. The man I h

after being bailed out, I took the SIM card from my phone,

I would burn their enti

pte

at on the marble countertop, my name, Brooke Rollins, typed in a st

sham, a placeholder marriage he' d entered into to spite his socia

avish ballroom, a flute of cha

toward me. Her friends, a flock of equally polished women, trailed in her

k, but her eyes held a familiar cruelty. "I almost d

I just met her

so cold. I guess you can take the girl out of the factory

' d heard them, or versions of them,

veryone nearby to hear. "I saw your mother the other day. Still limping around from that factory accident, isn't she

other was my line. The one thing i

The crack of my palm against Kelly'

head snapped back, a red mark blooming on her

, she grabbed a full glass of red wine from

the pale fabric. It dripped onto the floor, pooling at my feet. I stood there, shi

expensive suit jacket was draped over my sh

hell is goi

he was here. He always showed up at the most dramatic moments. His shirt was

me, a protective wall b

, his jaw tight.

es as she pointed a trembling finger at me. "Easton, she

liar conflict. His loyalty to me, his wife, versus the d

is time. Not completely.

hrough the parted crowd, and out into the cool night air. We walked in

and through his already messy hair. He looked at me, his

important?" he ask

turned to stone, felt a small,

, Easton," I said, my v

. "I' m sorry, Brooke. I... I' ll make it u

and. But emotionally, he was a black hole. He could remember to send flowers but forget th

rt the car, his phone buzze

y Ho