The Golden Canary Flies Away

from the top. There wa

g a fabricated error. Everyone knew the real reason: my boyfriend, Nathan Hayes, was making ro

, guiding Chloe into the building. My heart tightened. I went to our penthouse, cooked his favorite ribs, and sent him a picture: "Co

it was just a cold. He pulled me into an embrace: "You're not mad I fired you, are you?" I said no. I cou

and Chloe laughed about how pathetic I was. She slapped me, slammed my head against the table. I wok

night" and his obedient canary in a cage. But he didn't kn