Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

As Murray approached, he noticed Roseanne had her beautiful, wavy hair straightened.

She was not wearing makeup or high heels, just a plain white T-shirt. Utterly simple. But those eyes seemed brighter than before, showing no signs of heartbreak or gloom.

If it was an act, Murray had to admit she was doing a damn good job. It was so good that it was getting under his skin.

Roseanne frowned, knowing him too well. That look was a sure sign of brewing anger.

"Huh," Murray scoffed, "Really, after all these years with me, you should've picked up some standards. Don't just go for anyone-it makes me, your ex, look bad. Where's my dignity in that?" "Dignity?" Roseanne couldn't help but laugh, though her laughter carried a tinge of melancholy.

It was too bad that Murray didn't catch it. His mind was all about the images of Roseanne smiling at other men, making his blood boil. He chalked it up to a male's "territorial instinct." Roseanne was his territory once, and even if he didn't want her anymore, he wouldn't allow those lowlifes to have her.

"I've got things to do. I'm leaving." Roseanne didn't want to hear him anymore.

refuge now, though you've got the nerve to have taken your checkbook and ID with you this time.

sting in Roseanne's heart. She was used to Murray's temper and his mood swings, but those words still stung. He

breath, trying to calm her emotions, then forced a smile. "First off, Mr. Reynolds and I are just friends, nothing like what you think. And we've broken up. What you

she hadn't threatened him like that. But then, she dared to bring another man before him, huh? Suddenly, a pair of soft hands clung to his arm,

her away but wrapped his arm around

Roseanne could find another man,

intimate pair in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but smirk

Millie wasn't his only

was

away, Murray's expression darkened. He coldly removed

tried to get closer but got harshly pushed away as