the streets, somehow ending

lick, and a damp, dusty smel

ing room, a wave of uneas

ful tune of a pop song e

had never

nd answere

house again!" Water rushed in the background on the other end. Rosalyn Adams kept her voice low,

stripped bare by creditors,

y family. Though not as wealthy as the Adams f

at a Morley project sent stocks p

n front of those creditors. I went from a pampered heiress,

ut everything valuable, even threatening

my life. I thought jumping from

He saved my parents' house and c

Harrison, the man I'd l

woman to a lifeline, believing he felt the

ow I realized he

loved was alway

uffocating black net, pressing do

den bed, imagining the peacef

tsteps approach

fight back, when that familiar whining voice rang in my ears. "Oh, my wife looks so cute as

ice, my tense nerve

ollowed by a warm body sliding in beside me. He grip

and is so soft, so nice to hold! Good thing I kept the key she gave me and

ught, my eyes sh

I caught a flash of

nt I spoke, Jeremy's handsome brows

ve me anymore! I never agreed to the divorce, and she's calling

t this outwardly cold, stoic man who was secr

ey, you think I

w he could say one thi

ed with excitement. "She's looking at me! Does she regret asking for a divorce? Good thing I washed m

er. I pinched my thig

and blurted out, "That

Stay cool! I can't laugh out loud! I want

I wanted to tell him the truth. "Actually

sh, his phone buzzed, a

res interrupt my

, trembling like a wilting flower. "Jeremy, can you co

married man in the middle o

ly trying to

ll be rig

guard her house? What if my wife has a nightmare while I'm gone? My poor, s

thought he kept me hidden in his heart, but the next seco

llowed felt strange