He Betrayed Me, I Erased Him

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e polished marble, a sound that felt too loud in the hushed air. I carried a silver thermo

"Ms. Lynn. Good morning. Mr. Fields is with someo

er. I'll wa

ut didn't sit. I stood behind a large fiddle-leaf fig

drift

Hawthorne Manor will be our new marital home. It's all o

d my

gent. "Let them talk. It's goo

e was using it. Usin

ted me through the gap the moment I'd stepped off the elevator-my reflection in the polished chrome of a coat

er me. I stepped out from behind the

edge of a leather sofa, dressed in an innocent white dres

aced the thermos on his

oice shaking. "I believe we

He opened his mouth, but

face a mask of sweet concern. "Heidi, you're m

st. She let out a small, theatrical gasp a

he was out from behind his

ng directly

me. Or maybe h

ed me out of the way. A har

my hand. It shattered against the Italian marble floor, send

like anything I had ever felt

tearing s

nced in my vision. I doubled over,

his arms. "Cat, are you okay?" he asked, his voi

... I just got scared," she whis

attered thermos, the spreading puddle of co

d not with concer

s you've made!" he bark

yelling

the

el a warm, wet sensation between my legs. I pre

ssed over another woman's fake injury. The l

ngth I had left. I didn't say a word. I just

all, dark red drop

away from me!" Easton

back still to him. My voice, when i

the mess on your

n the wall and collapsed onto the cold, har