Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Aubree frowned, resisting the childish urge to toss her keys on the floor. Instead, she re-entered the house and placed them neatly in the hallway drawer. "Well, I'm leaving now," she said.

Andrew remained silent, following her outside as if in denial.

Aubree stopped in her tracks, a bitter taste in her mouth. What was she doing? When she loved him, she bent over backwards to please him, ready to give him her heart on a silver platter, and he barely gave her the time of day. Now, filled with enough disappointment to walk away, he seemed to be showing signs of reluctance. Is this human nature, to desire what's slipping away?

She reached for her car door, but his hoarse voice stopped her. "Aubree, I love you," he said.

Her foot paused mid-air, her whole body stiffened. She turned around in disbelief, half-convinced she was hallucinating. Andrew stood there, eyes red, mistaking her pause for a sign of softening, his tone growing more desperate. "Really, I—"

But before he could finish, his cheek was met with a stinging slap. Aubree's hand trembled, tears threatening to spill from the sheer anger. She could hardly believe Andrew would stoop so low to keep someone. Love? How dare he utter such a word. "Andrew, you're such a jerk."

His head reeled from the slap, and hearing her words, he just lowered his lashes and muttered a subdued "Yeah." But his resigned attitude didn't bring Aubree any satisfaction; it only tightened the knot in her chest. Her eyes welled up, her nose tingling, fearing that if she stayed any longer, her resolve would crumble.

door stood open, and she wanted to get in, but her phone chose that

not the sort to remember her often, sometimes not even on major occasions, and certainly not for something as significant as shares in the family business. Marissa had always disliked her, and Aubree couldn't fathom why she would suddenly bestow shares upon her. Aubree was never one for airs and graces; turning down a fortune just wasn't her style. Why play the martyr when it only led

Marissa, what's up?"

Andrew where he's hidden Tessa. She's his wife, after all, and he shouldn't be

hiding anything. "Mom wants to know where

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Clements name through the mud. Do you want us to be the laughingstock of the social circle like the Rowland clan or the Barnes family? Andrew, you agreed to this marriage.

didn't answer her last question, but he did respond to the first.

he had confined Tessa somewhere, frustration simmering in her tone. "I won't agree to a divorce. You better get that

bent to get into her car, and this time, Andrew

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