d as the lilies Michael' s assistant sent, a bouquet
I finally reached him, his voice was dismissive, di
confessed my miscarriage, alone, the night he' d chosen Chloe' s manufactured
tate. There, his ice-blooded mother, sneering sister, and Chloe ganged up, publicly questioning my stab
d. How could the man who once swore "forever" become this stranger, this
, and slowly, deliberately, poured the entire contents over her pristine dress. "You dis