Burn His World: A Wife's Fury
Ellis
y, fragile body against my chest was the first moment of peace I' d felt since the nightmare began. Hi
urst open. Gordon stormed in, his face a thunderous mask, with Fr
u do?" Gordon demanded, his v
on Leo, shielding him with my bo
est. The one you insisted she get." He jabbed a finger at a
sh across her chest. "The lotion," she choked out. "The one you gave me for my dry skin. My whole
It's the organic, hypoallergenic brand I'
mple I brought them. The bottle from my nightstand." She looked at Gordon, her eyes wide with manufactured fear. "I
so ludicrous, so poisonous, that
y managed, my voice sh
be angry with her. It's not her fault. She's not well. Let's
jaw rigid. He turned his furious gaze back t
He didn't even consider my side. He had already tried and convicted me in his min
uiet but firm. "I have n
ut a tiny, distressed whimper.
rrifying movement, he reached down and p
ot fit to care for him right now. You're unstable." He held our son, our tiny, vulnerable so
saw it in his cold, determined eyes. He would use our s
I had to sacrifi
, the word tasting lik
Frida with his chi
eamed at me to fight, to scream, to lash out. But the sight of
on incision was excruciating, a white-hot agony that made my vision swim. I bit down on my lip, ta
this, in a field of wildflowers, a diamond ring in his hand. I swear I will spend my life protecting you, Aubre
the words out, each one a
n her tear-filled eyes. Gordon watched, his exp
gave out. I collapsed onto the floor, the pain in my abdom
n Gordon's eyes. He took a half-step towar
ring a sad secret. "When I moved in, I told her how much I
laced by a familiar hardness. He turned his back on me, his crying wife on
her, his voice low and s
da Rodriguez as a "cherished family friend and invaluable member of the Ortiz campaign team." It
ur physical recovery is slow, but what worries me more is your mental state. You
issively. "She's just being emotional." He checked his watch. "I have to go.
lready gone, prioritizing a political photo-op