DEVIL IN A SILHOUETTE

a blend of first person

: A knife t

e silence of the study. "Sign t

d my lips. Did he truly thi

my father's wealth on your mistress?"My voice was as

rage. "You stubborn bitch. To hell with you!" he thundered

couch, heaving a sigh that felt like it carried the weight of the last five yea

dden corner of my heart, I'd begun to feel something for this man. But Richard had only ever been a ghost in our home, draini

timize his theft and parade his whores on my fa

, something strong enough to burn the memory of his

id onto a stool. "Tequila. Neat," I told the bartender. The glass was cold in my hand. I th

. Why couldn't he just love me? What

elle." A voice sliced

th a thick beard, a cocky smil

y, signaling the barte

, his eyes flicking to the wedding ring on my finger. He dropped

r scoff."It's none

ar too close. His voice dropped to a taunting whisper. "You never can tell. Y

My chest constricted int

e hardening into ice. "

rabbed my keys, and strode o

was right. That bastard Richard could be with someo

white. Even though I knew about his affairs, I had never had the misfortune of catching him.

d leaning against the steering wheel. I took a deep, shaky breath. A st

e and headed for our room. Bu

through the wood. "Ahh,

ld. It was comin

y nails stabbed my palms. This

hole worl

bed, on top of some woma

ssica. My

ow could she? How could he? This wasn't just a betrayal. It