Falling In Love With My Husband Who Was Delusional

isplaying the opulent hotel suite, with

hour, Hope had forgotten on

led with the graphic, unmistakable sounds of two people engaged in sex-Kassidy's exagg

press the volume-down button on the side of the tablet. Her

talled-an anti-snooping protocol. The screen instantly locked, the video freezing on a close-up of Kassidy

ind a chilling, murderous calm. He didn't even look at the faces on the screen. Th

, disgusting atte

red left arm. The back of his hand connected

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om, and slammed into the far wall. The screen spiderweb

wrong with you?" she yelled, her voice shaking with a mixture of anger a

d, his voice dripping with venom. "You think playing a cheap por

e just like them. Trash. You come into my home, you put on your little sho

ice of it all making her dizzy. "It's Kassidy,

of his own assumptions. The Grahams had sent him a pie

ace between them until she was backed agains

dered, his voice a l

ha

fallen. "You're so eager to prove your worth. Prove it.

r. He wanted to break her. He wanted to see he

er to fight, to spit in his face. But then, the image of that tiny,

cover that truth. A war with him right now was a l

, and the fire in her eyes died, r

broken glass. She sank slowly to her knee

rk on his face, expecting

to pick up the larger shards of glass, her expression comp

p, then another, dripping onto the white carpet. She didn't even flinch. She just mov

t... wrong. The sense of victory he'd anticipated soured in his stomach, turning into a strange, unfamiliar frustration. He

y that it almost tipped over. He faced the door, his back to h

her movements fluid and graceful. She walked to the corner where the sh

nical smile touched her lips. Then she turned and walked out of t