The last of the guests, whispering amongst themselve

hand pressed to his throbbing jaw. The humiliation wa

his. She clung to him, her face a picture of worried devotion. "Jeremey, darling, don't let her get

they only stoked the flames of his an

d on Isabell. She was standing by the grand entrance,

d over and crouched down, forcing his voice to b

up at him, her eyes wide and seriou

. Beside him, Hayden's expression t

t and sweet, but her grip was firm. "Yes, she was, sweetie. But she's a very

, her face buried in Hayden'

ell suddenly pointed a small finger at her fa

d, and touched her che

a faint, but distinct, red mark. It wasn't a slap; it was a thin, an

e's departure, a brief moment where she'd brushed past Hay

apped it open, and her face went pale. It was a delib

fury. "She... she did this to me!" The words came out in a cho

eremey, showcasing the e

, coupled with the lingering pain in his ow

n't just returned. She h

to know everything. Where has Adeline Garrett been for the last three years

smile to touch her lips. Adeline's aggression was the perfect

watched them. She saw her father's r

t pretty lady

d in a blur as her mommy walked past. It

old look in Mommy's eyes whe

. He pulled Hayden closer. "Don't worry," he vowed

emotions. This wasn't about justice. It was about a woman he thought he owned, a woman who

urity. Adeline Garrett was not t

g Central Park, Adeline stared at her own h

terest. The principal on the