His Thirty-Fourth Accidental Betrayal
ers. A group of young doctors in white coats st
you?" I asked,
rward. "We're residents, Ms. Maynard. Dr. Miles i
male voice cut him off. "Observe wha
h a sneer on her face. Standing beside her,
rl continued, her voice dripping with contempt. "Clinging to him becau
me. For years, I had accepted the Miles family' s care, believing i
the person he truly loves," she said, glancing pointedly
eeks, the very picture of a wronged but ge
dea. She probably pushed you on the Miles family the mome
what a
wisting the memory of my mother, a woman
one thing I c
ing myself up. "Don't you
I swung my hand, intending to sla
moved, placing herse
. It wasn't a hard slap, but the
flying to her face, her ey
the hell ar
y. He had just walked in. He saw Kalea clutch
onto the bed with such force that my head hit the h
. The sheer force of his anger was
ith a fresh wave of pain. He had n
urt you?" He gently brushed her cheek, his touch full of a tenderness he no
t me looks of disgust b
Drake returned, his f
to her," he
fiant. I would not apologize f
ou've been spoiled by my family for too long, Elyse.
y voice shaking. "Kalea stepped in front o
ew colder. "And you think they were wron
. He was agreeing with them. He believed I was t
touched my lips. "Fine," I
I walked slowly toward his office.
e looked up as I entered, a flicker of triumph in her e
me his office was off-limits. "Work is wor
les only applied to peo
t was so sharp it w
ity, my love. "Kalea," I said
ease don't say that. You're Dr. Miles's fiancée. You'
llowed me. His brow was furrowed in annoyance. He didn't want
my broken heart c
ly. "I'll be more careful." She turned to me. "Ms. Ma
was more insulti
Drake said to me,
digging into my pal
ushing down the hall bumped into me. I lost my balanc
ake's worried voice. "Kalea, are y
d, hard floor, c
my face, hot and silent. I covered my mou
ice. He said he was taking her for a special lunch to "de-
r how dedicated Dr. Miles was to his promising student, Kalea. They went to academic conference
He had always been "too bu
methodically torn to shreds. I s
city lights, a sense of calm washed over
as
free. And I woul