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silk tie onto the duvet. He started unbuttoning his tailored shirt, his movements rigid

t. I turned the deadbolt. The loud, metallic click ec

ed door, then at me, his brow furrowing in deep annoyance.

he distance until I was standing inches away. I pulled m

the harsh light of the o

pricks. The mask of bored arrogance slipped,

ened, his eyes turning to chips of blue i

anger that his property had been touched. I let out a

ht to tower over me, projecting a

e eye. "The password is 0814. Isabelle's birthday. Hundreds of

rward, his large hand snapping out like a viper. He ripp

st stood there, watchin

pping into a cold, corporate monotone. "Since you've seen it, I'll be clear.

moothing the fabric. "You are still Mrs. Baird. N

five years. He was a monster. I felt a sudden, i

both thumbs in the center and snapped

with the toe of his leather shoe. He thought destroying the physical object would destroy

nd poured himself a glass of whiskey. He took a sip. "T

ve had been. I didn't feel panic. I felt an o

ical distance between my body and hi

utting through the quiet room li

to his mouth. He slowly turned his head

ocking scoff. "A divorce? Cassie, have you

om furniture, the glittering skyline outside. "With

tural designer before I met you. You

s hair. He looked at me like I was a hysterical child. "You'

dark wool overcoat. "I'm sleeping at a hotel. You better

ly still, watch

the penthouse slammed

. Make the te