The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

A flash of anger darkened Haynes' eyes as he strode purposefully toward Stella.

Stella's foot slipped, and she nearly lost her balance, but Neville reacted quickly, steadying her before she could fall.

"Thank you," Stella murmured.

She had barely straightened up when a powerful force wrenched her and Neville apart.

Caught off guard, Stella stumbled back two steps and nearly slipped again on the loose gravel beneath her feet.

"Star!" Neville instinctively reached out to catch her.

But before he could, another hand seized Stella's wrist, yanking her forward.

"Stella, Neville-just what do you think you're doing?" Haynes' voice cut through the air, cold and sharp.

Neville gripped Stella's other wrist. "Let go of her, Haynes."

Haynes' expression was icy, his lips pressed into a thin line. He spoke each word slowly, his tone like frost: "You're the one who should let go."

Stella's face paled when she saw who it was.

"Haynes, what are you doing? Let me go!" She struggled, trying to break free from his grasp.

and impossible to escape. The more she resisted, the tighter his grip

always quick with a smile, looked suddenly grim. "Haynes, Star is divorced from you.

laugh. "I have no right? And you

completely, pulling Stella away as if he

blocking their way. "Let her go, Haynes. She doesn't want to go

want to come with me, does she want to

would let go, and the pain shooting through Stella's

go! That

sound of her distress. Seeing how pale she was, he immediately released her

however, didn't loosen his hold at

her," Neville said icily. "Are

glanced down

still refused to tet go, as if

voice softened. "Star, we need

wrist eased slightly, but before Stella could protest, Haynes

already pulling her away.

to risk

could

watch in silence

Stella to a quiet, secluded corner. Only when