From Wife To Rival

phan. She was a grifter with a long history of scams, and worse, she had b

r up in. I didn't go alone. I brought two of my o

om paneled in dark wood, with the so

playing on her lips. "Well, well. I

table in front of her. "

ning. "And what are you going to do about

said, my voice devoid of e

e professionals. They dragged her out to the club's indoor pool.

she shrieked, fear fin

you a lesson,"

r the cold water. She cam

said. "Admit you leaked

ace. "You're pathetic, Haven. You think this

I said

struggled violently. When they pulled her

e fight finally gone out

he truth,"

flew open. Connor stood there, his face a thunde

hell are you do

into his arms. He held her, whispering soothing wo

ed. "She's just a girl! Lo

ate spy, Connor! She's the one who

the file from my hand, and threw it into the pool. The pap

yelled, his face inches from mine. "I c

lete, it left me numb. He would rathe

h my abdomen, and I doubled over, ga

, a pained expression on her face. "Connor," she whi

etely. His attention snapped back to her, al

g you out of here," he said, his voice full

oked back at me, his eyes fil

r this time, Haven.

o fall in sheets. I stood there, clutching my

usband, my company, and maybe