More Than a Mistress, Less Than a Wife

n found Liv in the kit

one casual, as if he hadn't compl

was unaware she h

usness was

, not trusting

he chasm between the

at this weekend. What do you say we ta

hopeful smile that used

t looked ma

e, foolish hope – stirred within he

"old times"

wafted into the kitchen, a ha

n a yacht before. Do you mind if I join, Liv? For t

nnocent, but her eyes

a surge

d, designed to ruin any chance

ed torn fo

know... maybe

trembled. Tears

I'm being a burden, aren't I? I

aved in

can come! It'll be good

hing, not when she played

her heart har

onstant, painful rem

twright family yacht w

ntion was so

she was comfortable, bringing he

well have b

hing the New England coastline r

pectator to her husband's

blew in, catchin

wind howled, and the sea

screaming, f

s swinging! He

into the mainsheet, causing the heavy

ding strai

no time

n as the boom slammed into her, sending her fl

ction was i

ot for Liv,

loe to safety on deck, cradli

oe, I've got yo

cold seeping into her bones, her a

eck, his back to her, co

looked to see i

ad c

ind: Ethan, years ago, on this

hing ever happens, Liv, I'll

, of his complete abandonment no

the cold water

washed o

r arm and her heart becoming a dull

was

s how i