cca'
lit up, and I could feel his gaze linger, drinking in every detail as though I were something precious he'd lost
ho I once knew. A man who killed my mother would never look good
exclaimed, his voice hopeful, almost eager. He waited for a reaction, for any sign of warmth from m
to melt at his compliment, to smile and indulge his attempts at charm, but I wasn't here to stroke his ego. The surpr
The tension in the air thickened as I spoke ag
right there in the middle of the restaurant. He looked around, embarrassed, checking if anyone was watching. But there was no one
e trembling. "I cheated on you, and I divorc
his pathetic act of contrition? My mind flashed back to the night that changed everything-when his car hit me, sending
could brush over that. But even if I set aside what he'd done to m
w what came over me. You gave me everything a wife could give, and
ferred to his secretary as'some chick.' If she had meant so little to him, would he have married
lence stretch between us. He thought he could manipulate me with
lesson. No, this man needed to learn his lesson slowly, painfully. He would reap
him that I could be even more devious. I would mend his broken heart just so
off as I felt something-a subtle vibration through his hand. His phone. It was buzzing in his pock
wi
down that her husband was a cheat. If she had any sense, she'd have tailed him. No doubt
g him closer to me. "I forgive you, Gabriel,"
his mind. He quickly got back into his seat, ordering wine with an eagerness that was almost pathetic. He was ready to
k thoughts swirling in my mind. H
. We'll focus on that when you get here," Natasha's voi
with my skin. It allowed her to stay in constant communication with me without Gabriel-or anyo
aware of the storm brewing around him. I scoffed inwardly. He was

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