Reborn in Fire
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from Ryland Payne had c
ecretary whose husband had once saved his life, appear
red a single wor
he showed up at the memorial art exhibition I had organ
ck featured the longevity locket I
ion, then rushed forward to snatch it back
everyone, and he shoved me down onto the
re internet branded me
speeding through the rainstorm, the little heir of
recklessness, and now she wants to hurt her
, and my gaze turned
time, I decided to
.
on the cold so
entryway as the door flew open,
d in, reeking
the divorce agreement I had alread
eement to shreds. "Elena Andrews, what
ed a scene at the exhibition, and now you're pulling this divorce nonsense!
stench of booze washed over
es and stared
ointed to the tablet on the coffe
yland making a bold appearance alongside his new
, wore a necklace with a small, exquis
ing. How dare you
nd during my pregnancy, crafted by the finest artisan, and i
froze solid, a flicker of
inanimate object. Was all that drama really necessary? Do you have a
imate o
eart like a dagger, the pain so
his phone buzzed
er ID re
earlier rage melting away into softn
'm so sorry... The whole thing at the exhibition was my fault. I shouldn't have wo
ouching
s nothing to do with you. She's the one who
his eyes conveying a silent message. "Look
ou'll have to wait until I'm dead! You'd better behave yourself and stop cro
in which he vanished,
ur limit w
as my late
her, but who
boy, who had died