Revenge Marriage: The Jilted Ballerina’s Comeback
sheet with her. She wrapped it around her body lik
the floor fo
door. It was ruined. Stained with mud,
ttered frantically to herself, picking up
ing gray sweatpants now, holding a small espresso cup.
ctly?" he aske
eels under a chair. She c
insisted, turning to him. "You know I
row. He set the espress
think it was a mista
member 2 AM
her hair. Her mouth on his neck. The desperat
his pocket and pulle
iving room and the hallway," he s
he clutched the
would
giant OLED screen mounted on
n flicker
ut clear. It showed the
pened. Charlton and
guide her toward the guest room.
ed. She grabbed the lap
him again
e Daphne
e kissed him. It wasn't a tentative kis
air for a moment, hesitant, be
ck slightly. Her face was v
he audio picked up clearly. "Ple
again, pulling him
blood rush to her face. She co
! Turn it of
froze on her face-eyes closed, lips
aid. His voice dropped an o
ached out and gently pulled
ok at him. She st
he said. "I don't re
m then. Her heart hamm
e was a question there, something
g back. Her defense mech
er voice shaking. "Our friendship...
ardened. The vuln
you dating a moron," he sai
. He disappeared for a moment and came
sed it
e have a situat
hift gave Daphne whiplash. One minute h
" she asked, cat
cleaned up
retreating towa
She leaned against the sink, star
d under her eyes. Her
oked c
purple, was bloomin
d it. It w
Charlton stood in th
ed at the way Daphne was holding him, as if he were
cted th
le
rm De
een wen
down. He would never let anyone see that. But he needed her to see it. He