son

awn, the allergic reaction still visible in the faint redness of his skin, and his e

doing?" he snarled, his vo

ging me out of the club. I stumbled af

I yelled, trying to dig my h

hoving me towards the exit. "You ar

who are you to tell me that? My husband? The man who throws me out of his car for his m

't answer, just tightened his grip and forced me in

handle. "I'd rather jump out of a moving car

g weight. "Addison, stop it," he said, his voice suddenly weary, the ang

cold, dead weight in my chest. He didn't speak again. The silence in the

out. His head lolled to the side, coming t

for years, cleared his throat. "Ma'am," he said, his voice sof

n't a

rearview mirror. "After the... incident at your family's home. He made call

course. It was all part of the act. Protect

d in his sleep. A single,

nny

alpel. Even in his sleep, in his exhaustion, his heart and his mind were with her. Every doubt, eve

h like I'd been burned. He slumped

nt straight to my darkroom, the one place that felt like mine. I needed to lose myself

doorway, watching me, and then w

he said. "You

ionally drained to protest. I let him carry me to the bedroom, my

the news on my phone, my thumb moving mechanically. An

lard Unveils Stunning Ne

eathtaking. Raw, emotional, full of a wi

e portraits of the gauchos in Patagonia. A series I had bee

d in my work, that he wanted to see my latest projects. I, like a fool, had been flattered. I'd given

t seemed, was

ed my heart. He h

ew out of bed, my mind singular in its purpose. I was going to find her, and

Grayson. He was standing in the hallway, dressed

grip steady. "Addison

uggling against him. "Did you k

but his silence

ror of it sinking in. "You let h

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