s. Harlow's body went rigid. She knew, withou

enemies. Someone was taking their reven

s a sheet. She clutched Kaden's

e pulled a pistol from his jacket and

m fell

y, dangerous smile on his face. H

oice carrying through the sile

oom turned to her,

e tremor in her body. "That is not me," she said,

om held its b

t reach his cold eyes. "You're right," he said. "This photo is of the lady of the hous

ion, he had confirmed to the entire world that t

ded again, this ti

o quiet and prim, but s

efers Brittaney.

was drowning. She opened her mouth to defend herself, to scream th

. A scandal like this would ruin her. You're my wife. No one wi

it?" she choked out, her voice cracking with disbelief. "Yo

rowed in annoyance. "You're Mrs. Barnes. Your

he cried, her rage finally boiling over. "A woman's innocen

o the side of the road. He turned to face her,

hisper. "For Brittaney, I would sacrifice a

last of her defenses. There wa

ss it aside with a sneer because Brittaney said the color was ugly. She remembered getting a blessi

ver truly

n't lo

d away from him, staring out the window as silent tears

y was a nervous wreck, terrifie

people find ou

othe, pulling her into his arms. "No

ing. She just moved through the days like a ghost, waiting fo

any longer. She put on her coat, read

rlo

e stopped he