The Price Of His Choices

look what w

rm like a designer accessory. She was his assistant now, a position that seemed to fuel her sense

"I almost didn' t recognize you. Life must be hard without David' s cre

around the room, where my designs-and th

rise to

ca," I said,

irk playing on her lips. "David was just saying how he felt sorry f

help, Sarah. You don' t have to pretend you' re doing fine.

were a perfect match. Two people convinced of their

ica was there, a constant, subtle poison. She' d compliment my dress, then whisper to someone else that it was last seas

appiness. I was just an accessory, and when I stopped bei

d over me. I had escaped. I had spent three years building a life, a career, and

ting to? Did you finally find some poor guy to support you? I hope for your sa

d remind me of the world I' d lost. She had no idea

u so much, Jessica?" I asked

d. She sputtered for a moment, her perf

rly here to cause trouble, to try and win him back

vid, expecting h

d

a business event for me. I can' t have you making a scene. What

e saw me, the mother of his child, as a nuis

completely oblivious. They had no idea that the "poor guy" Jessica mentioned owned the build

e of the

s completely impartial. Only the highest levels of the Thompson Corporation knew that S. M

et, satisfying secret. Their power was a