Divorce Countdown: The CEO Moves Right In

ng against her ribs. She could feel his breath, heavy an

she said, her voice shaking but f

wrong with me, alright." He leaned closer, his voice dropp

is grandfather, at the entire situation. His eyes searched hers, and for a moment, there was something almo

his head, his grip on her wrists tightening.

s this the plan all along? Get pregnant and you get the

stomach turn. Her fear began to cur

r shoulders, spinning her around and pushing her toward

she

dn't breathe, couldn't think. The last two years of quiet suffering, of public

took over. She twisted, elbowed

desperate adrenaline, sh

y convulsing. The pressure on her vanishe

nly chance s

ing on the only potential weapon in sight: the heavy, ornate brass table lamp. She ripped the cord from

hissed, her voice trembling wi

t through his confusion, granting him a sliver of clarity. He looked at her-her dress rumpled, her face strea

ally, truly,

spilling over. "Why are you always like this? Two years ago,

n her voice, hit him like a physical blow. His

didn't need to. The room was still thick with the wreckage, the air charged wi