strode into the room, grabbed the box from her hands, an

and dangerous. "These three years have been to

eces of plastic and glass. The emptiness inside her was a strange kind of p

romance novel. It had become surprisingly popular, a tale of a passionate, fiery woman relentle

publisher, the door to the office opened. Blake

hat a surprise," the publish

, smiled sweetly. "We're here to discuss the play adaptation. Blake bought the rights to

st. Her story, her pain, was being turned into a r

nuations that Chloe was following them, gr

and into the hallway. "Are you stalking me now? Don't you have anything

the constant pain-it all coalesced into a single moment of clarity.

t a divor

r, his anger momentarily replaced by shock. He had expect

that easily? No, Chloe. You're my wife. You will stay trapped in this hateful marri