From Scorned Wife To Billionaire Bride

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ite countertop. "You look like a drowned rat out of a sewer, Cathy. Did

alked straight into the kitch

ow and dead level, like still water. "A snowplow hit him

high stool at the island, t

rody and jabbed her pointed

rely allergic to pet dander. I sneezed the moment I walked into this living room. Brody is my man no

ght up, my right ha

r and drove my fist stra

f bone rang out at

nstant, and she toppled sideways off the high stool, cr

chin, staining he

hing her bloody mouth,

h!" Brody

d from t

he island, seized the heavy cast-iron skillet off the

iron graze

and a searing pain exploded ac

, ears ringing, warm blood sliding dow

a guard dog, still gripping the heavy skillet,

nd you!" he roared, spittle flying onto my bloodied

ball on the floor, sobbing and t

g the blood across her face. "She's insa

r, knelt, and gathered Destiny into his

soothed, kissing her forehead

d his head an

, pooling beside my boot - and Bro

, his voice trembling with cold menace. "Apologize right n

ut of my left eye w

h rose from somewhe

eress who broke my dog's bones, and the parasite who st

, but not a trace of

up, his arm locked

ed Destiny! She gives me what you never could! Cathy, I'm giving our marriage a three-

ping into my mouth, tastin

r home into your l

the door. "When Destiny leaves, I'll let you know. Once she's back in New York, you can move ho

d he was making a ma

I'd meekly sit in a cheap motel for three months

lled out the kraft envelope, and hurled

of it and fluttered do

bage?" Brody mutt

g with the photographic evidence of what you did to Barnaby, and the crimin

stamped on the first page - the

're just throwing a tantrum because your pride is hur

Brody," I growled. "A dog w

ed, utterly

upposed to do? Watch her suffer? An animal is just an animal. A