Love's Jackpot: My Loser Husband Turned Out To Be Filthy Rich

t to the address Ja

ory. Parents gone too soon. No schooling. Survival strung

the sight waiting for h

peeled in sickly strips, mold gnawed at the corners, and the concrete floor carried dark stains that never faded.

have set up a cover for him, but surely he could have chosen something less pitif

said flatly. "Come on. I'l

ying to salvage his pride. A pang of guilt slid t

don't you pack your thin

e. "Exc

we're married now, aren't we? Don't you think it makes sense that we live together? And sinc

bedrooms in my apartment. You can take the spare. We won't step o

unsettled by the open tr

ly? Didn't it worry her, letting a ma

ll. But something about Jasper-maybe the way

e asked, her voice

st, yet against all reason he

once, and she urged him t

he walked in. He had no clue what useless junk Walter had scattered there,

than clean. Next, a pair of jeans ripped to threads. Fina

m into a bag with calm precision, a

ymore. "Leave those behin

est, never having planned to

lked out of the mall burdened with sh

ey into the lock, Jasper st

g at the seams with furniture, le

a said, "Don't worry. I'll

re with Brad, and since she had nowhere else to st

et some sleep," she

he asked in a low voice, "Where ex

re room. Yet when she swung the door open, dread crawled over her-the place wa

pletely for

ving room's packed too. Seems li

toward her own bedroom. Did this mean...