Don't Cry Now, My Heartless Ex-Husband

ned my nostrils, but the cold loo

idn't reach for me, his wife. He unbuckled his mistress, Cass

way, leavin

right hand-the hand that played Cho

andra into our home. He let her wear my diamon

nstable. To punish me for "betraying the family," he du

as born. He thought he had buried me under the weight o

vanished into the sn

nd Jacob is a ruined man in a wheelchair, begging f

pte

xia

ine burned my nostrils as my husband looked me in the

t now, it was silent. The only sound was the rhythmic dripping of fuel

san

ched sound that grated against

ingers. I couldn't feel the hand that had pla

Cassandra

er side was w

e Don of the Cummings

k, his eyes darker. He didn't look at me. Not once. He reached in, his

was low, a rumble that used to make my

ything I had to force the air from

hey were blue ice. There was no panic in them

ar," he ordered his son, Anton

d, but I had raised him since he was four. I had ba

and then he looked away. Shame flickered ac

wasn't talking to me. He was talki

d Cassan

. Sparks flew from a se

his time. The silence

n't m

his chest, shielding her from the dust

he fire cre

turned h

lked

arms, leaving me in a metal c

dshield. I watched the way he smoothed her

asn't my bone. That had already h

tarted a m

r, and I realized that the Alexia who played piano for them, the A

, clutching the only thing I had left-m

t come. Only th