Letting someone talk crap about Creighton to my face ain’t gonna fly. but in her case, what she’s stirring is the truth. It’s like the woman poked around in my brain and latched onto my biggest fear. “Isn’t that what he’s doing tonight? Playing dress-up with you and bringing you out to show you off? Have you done anything tonight beyond hanging on his arm? Made any scintillating contributions to his endless business discussions? Or have you just been a pretty accessory?”Ĭatfight levels of rage are rising within me, held only in check by the small part of me that whispers, You know there’s some truth to what she says. Something to be enjoyed and displayed when he needs you, and then tucked away or bought off when he’s done with you.”Īnnika looks around the museum and then back at me, her gaze landing on the necklace. But I’m glad to see you enjoy being treated like a plaything. “What? You’re going to tell me he’s kinky?” I smirk. From what I can tell, and from what wife number two has shared with me, he hasn’t changed a bit.” “Because I think you should know what kind of man you’re married to. “Sometimes you have to let go of the one you love, even if it’s not what you truly want.” “You couldn’t have been that in love if you left him.” I can’t say that I don’t regret my rashness to end it. But there are some wounds that never heal.
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