From Temporary to Unforgettable Love

wered the phone, his voice a low

I could hear her frantic, sobbing voice thr

ton snapped, his knuckles white on the ste

able to resist. I watched the tension in his shoulders, the war on his face. He was a CEO who c

ighed, his entire body slumping i

s hollow as our marriage. "Brooke, I' m sorry. She... she' s threatenin

ounter at home. My escape was already in motion. This

id, my voice b

er face tear-streaked but her eyes gleaming with triumph. The moment Easton go

to gently push her

ng her face in his chest. "Don

ief, helpless moment before he finally gave in, his arm

invisible spectator to their endless drama. M

' s voice was stra

r. We were going to her parents' la

ton,

s voice sharp with impatience. He d

wife; I was his chauffeur. The humiliation burned in my gut as I felt the eyes of

gripping the wheel so tigh

ee Kelly whispering in Easton' s

," he warned, his

nnocence. "I' m just

pped the wheel tighter, f

, his eyes filled with a fleet

ning into that familiar, indulgent tone he o

roat. What a joke. This marriage, my life for the past

nce he' d married me. But now, as we pulled up to their sprawlin

here!" Mrs. Holland exc

bandon our Kelly," Kelly cooed,

ind of affection and familiarit

ff, the silence deafening. The

, my phone buzzed.

first. I' ll st

decency to say it to my face. I was dismissed.

through a film of tears I refused to let fa