Hardy

sperate plea for connection. "Bryce, please. Come home with me. My mother... she needs you.

me pull him a few steps, his feet dra

a shrieked, her voice laced with panic. She scrambled after him, clut

perfect, unforgettable wedding! Don't let this woman ruin it!" she whined, pressing herself against his side. "Your mot

eyes, which had held that brief flicker of something softer, hardened once

most a hiss. "This is just... a performance. A re

ilent plea in her eyes. It was a practiced move, one I'

thless laugh bubbled up from my throat. It wasn't a performance. Not

age was a performance for you, Bryce? A convenient little secret you

t shove that made me stumble. "Emma, stop this! I told you, this is a reward for Ga

through me. A reward. He was rewarding his mis

ent when I had told them Bryce didn't want a big wedding. "It's too much, Emma," he' d

eant hidden. Tha

As long as you're happy." But her eyes... I knew

ouldn't be bothered to spend an hour with the woman who raised me, the woman who was no

decency for her. He made her his public partner, his

welled up, blurring his smug, d

pped him. The sound cracked through the stunned silence

ward your whore for sleeping with you behind your wife's ba