Renee’s POV My heart beats in my eardrums. I had no idea Jasper had feelings for me like that. I mean maybe at a time when we flirted with the idea of dating, but to love me? “Does this mean it’s my turn?” Jasper asks cockily. Eric crosses the room so fast it takes a minute to process what’
“I wanted a nice marriage; you ruined that, I wanted to pay for Debbie’s health treatments; you took over that, my wolf almost died because of getting it by a car just so I could get away from you,” I count off my fingers. “How is that my fault?” Eric aka only focusing on the last thing I told him
Renee’s POV It’s late by the time I wake up the next morning. After I left Eric, I went for a drive. Aimlessly moving through the streets mulling our conversation over and over again in my head. I don’t know what time it was when I finally snuck into bed and fell restlessly to sleep. Now, the b
Emily is waiting for me on the driveway of her cottage-like home. She lives in a very rural area, far away from the city. Her quaint and simple living is almost an ironic stark contrast to her bold and loud personality. She wraps me into a hug and it’s only then do I realize that I’ve been crying.
Renee’s POV A week passes and Emily and I fall into a rhythm with one another’s schedule. It helps that Emily’s guestroom comes with a guest bathroom. Every morning we both wake up at seven, get ready for the day and meet in the kitchen. Whoever is there first starts making breakfast for the bo
“Of course your donation is what got me here in the first place,” I say trying to save face. “Thanks,” Jasper says letting me know he knows what I’m doing. “I’m happy for you, regardless how you got here, it wasn’t because of me or Eric- it was all you,” he says and pride swells up inside me. Ja
Emily’s POV Why do they make you pick between sharp or easy to use when buying a razor? Why not both? I throw both in my basket, unable to make a decision. Whatever one I don’t like Renee can have the other. Who knows how long she’ll stay. The market is busy for a Friday afternoon, but I g
this out for him so he can hear how crazy it all sounds. Eric nods. “Like I said, I’ve realized my mistake and besides I thought she was dead before. That doesn’t mean a day didn’t go by where I didn’t think about her, where I had to shove the ache in my heart way down,” he locks his eye son t
the other if he’s guilty or innocent. The security guard up by the judges seat also as a stone-cold look about him. He reminds me of Andrew in his broad build and serious look, only difference is Andrew would defend Eric until death- this security guard looks as though he’s here to defend othe
The next two weeks become a blur. Mia leaked she was suing Eric to the media. Needless to say the public is in a frenzy l. We can’t so much as go grocery shopping without being bombarded by flashing lights and people shouting their opinions at us. Even at night when I close my eyes I see con
we were looking at one another she figured as much,” I guess that’s what I get for having Margaux be around in our lives for so long, she can pick up on these things. The boat, which really is more like a mini yacht await our boarding. It’s white with black linings and a wooden deck is being
We leave the restaurant just as local news shows up outside the building. Ducking inside Eric’s car, my heel breaks and I nearly fall. Eric catches me by my arm. I look up at him and he grins. “You need better shoes,” he says referring to the time my heel broke when I modeled by design outfit.
fancy but I never was one who enjoyed to get all glamours and I did warn him that I wasn’t going to be the old wife that he once had, the one who would’ve dressed in the most elegant and fanciest clothing just to appease him no matter how out of place I felt. So, I decide to where what I like.
I’m pulled from sleep by something brushing up against my thigh. My eyelids flutter open, light filtering into my vision. “Good afternoon,” Eric whispers into my ear, it’s then that I realize it’s his palm making soft strokes against my upper thigh. His touch callouses scratch against my bare
just as unhappy with the attention as I am. “I should have called Andrew,” he says and reaches in his pocket I presume to do exactly that. I sink down in my passenger seat as if I could make myself invisible. The excitement grows among the crowd, body’s squirming against one another like a pac
I wake up with a gasp. “What time is it?” “Almost six,” Emily says from the other side of the living room. I rub my eyes. At some point I must’ve fallen asleep. “Did you sleep at all?” I ask. “I couldn’t sleep with a hundred people outside my house,” Emily says with a bit of a bite to her
that I’m about to learn it’s not. I toss my phone aside and go for my laptop tucked inside my work bag. “You’re working?” Emily asks. I don’t answer her, I can’t. I’m too focused. I sign into my works database and pull up our network that tracks our global ratings. “No,” I gasp. “Well, if