Chapter 23

I was ready for his accusations and anger. His words didn’t upset me. I just lay there calmly, meeting his furious, bewildered

stare.

“You’ve treated me well. You were always generous, perfectly polite–a true gentleman in every way. You just… never shared your work life with me or brought me around your friends.

“You simply… stopped loving me. But that doesn’t make you any less of a good husband or father.” My voice stayed even as I held his gaze, stating facts.

Jared’s eyes turned to stone. “That’s ridiculous,” he snapped. “Why would I have married you if I didn’t love you?”

I watched the color rise in his handsome face, his anger giving way to something closer to panic and guilt.

my eyes. “You did love me once. But love doesn’t

me down with sudden force, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that burned with anger. His usual tenderness was gone–this was

eyes darkening with need. Pinned beneath him, I couldn’t resist–and after three

responses that used

me completely. Yet I forced myself to keep playing the wounded wife because I knew this marriage still

the sheets around my trembling body and retreated to the guest room, my hair disheveled and eyes glistening with

he’d broken his own rules tonight. By making the first move, he’d let down his guard- and that first touch might have just

the truth–when I stopped caring and

never outgrew that primitive need to chase what eluded

that a woman couldn’t afford to be gentle with men or love. She had to be tougher when necessary and walk away without

was still half–asleep when Yvonne came barreling in. “Mom!” she shouted, shaking me. “Wake up. It’s playtime. No

to hear. My spoiling had

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