The Husband Who Poisoned Our Love
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icked pavement, the city lights blurring through my unshed tears, and waited. A part of me, a foolish, masoch
affic and the rain. He stayed
alien, contaminated. Every surface seemed to hold a memory of his touch, a p
he collection of first-edition novels he
se. He was holding a velvet box. "I know I failed you. I was wron
Medallion, a priceless, one-of-a-kind emerald piece that had been in my family for over a century. It had been my mother
the last tangible piece of my mother I had. "Where did you
k. I wanted to give it to you after our next child was born. A new family heirloom for a new generation of Kelle
utiful truth. He knew my weaknesses. He knew
open. Cydney sashayed in, wearing one of my si
on your dresser and just had to try it on. It' s exquisite." She smiled sweetly at me. "Barron told me all about it. A ne
for her, my hands outstretched, my only thought to rip tha
oared, stepping between us. He gr
dge of the Persian rug, an intentional, clumsy movement, and went down hard. The velvet box flew from Barron' s hand, and the spare meda
a sicken
agnificent emerald was shattered, the gold setting twisted and bro
f loss and fury. I flew at her, my nails seeki
and hit the edge of a bookshelf. Pain exploded in my shoulder. He didn't
by okay?" he murmured, hi
hands gently probing her stomach, his face a mask of terror. The same terro
staring at the ruined jewelry
a finger at me, his voice low and dangerous. "You have been unstable and irrational since your... episode. I' ve been patient, but this at
rary, leaving me alone with the shattered remnants
grieving, for reacting, for not quietly accepting my
bedroom door. I was a prisoner in my own home. When I refuse
," he said, his tone one
e a monster,
to harm Cydney. I won' t have it." He gestured to the guards outside
anipulative purr, "I remember when you were afraid of the dark as a child. Your parents told me they had t
phobia I had, stemming from a childhood incident wher
ng of his lips. "Good night, E
rning in the lock. And then, the main breaker switch was flipped.
nd heavy. The primal, childish terror I thought I had conquered clawed its way up m
I understood that Barron Carroll wasn't just content to let