His Betrayal, Her Dublin Escape

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pair of arms wrapped around my waist from behind. The scent of

e whispered against my hair, his voice a

e, rigid as a board, every

d feel the relief in the way his body relaxed against mi

and shoved him away, rolling over to face him in the

a moment, he just stared at me, his mouth slight

ince she started six months ago. Ninety-nine times I made excuses for you. I told myself you we

nightstand between us, buzzed. Th

ght, Zeke. Sw

ed it, turning the screen down. "It's just a coworker thing,"

that had just split wide open between us. "We have the co

, moving to the very edge of the bed. His face hardened. With a frustrated sigh,

of our next chapter, but instead, it was the final, ugly scene of our ending. Blake was atta

eyes wide. "Finley! Don't get the wrong idea. Zeke just felt bad f

ion cold as ice. "So? Don't cr

rs. Her lower lip trembled. It was a performa

ist like a vice. "Finley! Have you had enough? Blake is my intern. I

I yanked my arm from his grasp, the stinging sensation on my

me more in that time than in the previous nine and a half years combine

e. I remembered the day I came home to find Blake in our bedroom, a necklace Ezekiel had given me for our anniversar

lready there, pacing in the living room. H

over nothing? It's exhausting," he

l emotion. "It is exhausting." I looked him straight i

im to argue, to yell, to try and manipulate me again. I

o his voice was a low, menacing whisper. "But listen to me, Finley. T

d to find so charming. "Look at my LinkedIn prof