His World Crumbling To Dust

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down the grand spiral staircase barefoot, his silk robe

footfalls slapping against

ed out into the empty air, trying to grab the back of the garbage truck as it rolled out of

hest heaved, and his eyes

n the foyer, adjusting the collar of my tr

He raised his right hand high, his palm open, aiming a strike

ink. I didn

en begin its descent, my

ma

h his cheekbone cracked through th

stumbled back, his bare feet slipping on the polished marble. A thin

wide with utter shock. In five years of marriage,

y wrapped antibacterial wet wipe. I tore the foil open, pulled out

d, spitting a drop of blood onto the floor. "That

the wet wipe and flicked it with pinpoint

with pure, unadu

ister. "I bought the bags. I bought the jewelry. They were bought with my money. Wh

the top of the stairs, clutching her sheer silk robe around her waist.

oice pitching into a hysterical whine. "Whe

looked at her the way one looks at

tary card?" I asked, my tone dripping with ice. "The car

er eyes darting to Jackson. She quickly scrambled behind his broad

out his chest, wrapping a p

us shrew, Hailey!" Jackson yelled, tr

ompletely hollow, echoing off the high ceilings a

oors, tires crunched sof

glided silently to a halt right

er's seat. He walked around the hood and pulled ope

er seen that vehicle in his life. He had no idea I possessed the

ack carry-on. I didn't look back at the stair

my departure finally pierced his thick skull. He lunged f

dow m

d. He planted himself directly between Jackson and me. He was built like a bri

yguard's aura and stopped dead in his tra

ng over my shoulder. I let my eyes sweep over Jackson and Amber one last t

cious, leather-scented

avy door shut. The sound was

the estate, its sleek red taillights slicing through

on a lungful of exhaust fumes. With a feral scream, he kicked a priceless Ming

round his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder.

on't even have a change of cl