Her Lost Love by Danika Feli

"Mr. Holder, you're coming to pick her up now? Great, great. We'll wait for you at the entrance."

After hanging up, the doctor's obsequious smile vanished, replaced by a cold glare. "You'd better keep your mouth shut. Know what to say and what not to say. Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to bring you back in."

Adaline went pale and shook her head vigorously. "No... won't say." Her tongue was missing a piece, making her speech halting. The doctor figured she didn't have the nerve to tell the truth anyway.

Soon, a black Rolls-Royce Cullinan pulled up slowly. The window rolled down, revealing a strikingly handsome face. "Get in."

At the sound of that familiar voice, she stood frozen, then slowly lifted her head to meet those dark, heavy eyes. The name that rushed to her lips--"Carter"--she swallowed back. "Mr.... Mr. Holder."

The man who was legally her husband. All that remained was that cold, distant address. "Don't make me repeat myself." His voice was icy, threaded with impatience.

Four years apart, and he was more commanding than ever, more devastatingly handsome--and more terrifying to her. Once, she had chased him relentlessly for ten years, clinging and shameless, the laughingstock of the entire city. Now, she was deathly afraid of him, desperate to avoid him at all costs.

She dropped her head and limped toward the black car, her left foot clearly off. Carter glanced at it, a trace of mockery in his eyes. "Adaline, still using that trick? Playing for sympathy only works so many times. Looks like that place didn't cure your bad habits. You--"