Fiona He’s following me. Without looking behind me, I can tell Ethan is close behind. His heavy, warm presence is unmistakable and comforting. Honestly, it gives me the strength to keep going. However, as soon as I step out of the ballroom, a large hand circles the back of my arm, pulling me g
Ethan looks up from his meal, an eyebrow raised. Taking a steady breath, I look him directly in the eyes. His intense gaze makes me pause, but I don’t let it fully stop me as I say, “I wanted to tell you that, no matter what happens between me and Jack, I won’t use you to retaliate against him aga
Fiona Pulling on my black sleeves, I make sure they cover my arms fully, not that it truly matters. It’s pitch-black outside, so even if I weren’t covered “You ready?” Isla asks, glancing at me from the driver’s seat. Like me, she’s dressed entirely in black because she said we needed to be like
“Where should we start?” Isla asks while spinning in a slow circle. “Jessica said there was a hidden safe, so maybe start with the art and the shelves? Isn’t that where secret safes are usually hidden?” I ask, glancing at her. I know this isn’t a movie, but it feels like a scene taken straight fro
Fiona “Did you find anything?” Isla asks as I pick at my cuticles. “No, and I’m about to go crazy,” I tell her, looking through another set of papers I brought from home. “Did the lawyer say what kind of paperwork you needed to find? Does it have to be physically official, or could it be somet
“Oh,” I mumble. “Yeah, you were supposed to meet me for lunch fifteen minutes ago,” Ethan says as my cheeks grow warm with embarrassment. I was so intent on searching that I’d forgotten about lunch and lost almost two hours of time. Crap. “I’m sorry, Ethan. I was looking into Jack’s finances,
Fiona After Mr. Adair left, Ethan and I worked for the next few hours until he left to get ready for the soccer game tonight. He’d told me Ryan would meet me at the stadium to help me find my seats and to keep me safe while I’m there. I found the statement strange, wondering how much danger I co
Fiona Everything in me fights against her words. She has to be lying, my heart tells me. Ethan didn’t want to have dinner together for the past two nights, my head argues. He wouldn’t do that to us, my heart says. He’s goes off on his own a lot at night, my head adds. And he doesn’t tell u
I take the moment to glance at Jack, who has become pale with surprise. I almost laugh. If he hadn’t fired his lawyer and if he’d bothered to look through the submitted evidence, he would have seen the evidence. “I will take this into consideration, Mr. Adair, but as you know, I have no jurisdicti
Fiona I adjust my pantsuit one last time before following Mr. Adair into he courtroom. After one hearing two days ago, we are finally entering the final divorce hearing. There were some issues at the first hearing with Jack’s lawyer, so the judge had to order us to reconvene today. As Mr. Adair
Jack’s eyes widen. “Have you forgotten everything you’ve done, Jack? You’re the one who ripped our marriage apart, not me,” I growl, stalking forward. “You chose to do the exact opposite of what you vowed on that very beautiful wedding day. You’re the one who stopped putting time and effort into o
Fiona My eyes fly to the door, but there’s no escape unless I go through Jack. Maybe I should’ve eaten with Ethan. Anything would be better than Jack showing up. In fact, he shouldn’t even be in this building. “What are you doing here, Jack?” I demand, putting as much confidence into my voice, l
My gut churns. It could be a lie, I remind myself. It’s what I wanted. Liar, a voice in my head whispers. It’s right. I hate the idea of their marriage moving forward. Angela opens her mouth like she’s going to say more, but I can’t listen to her anymore. I already have enough trouble with wha
Fiona “Please have this correspondence sent out to the Mercy Medical Company as soon as possible,” I tell Patrice, the older mail lady. She smiles at me and pats my hand. “Honey, you didn’t have to come all the way down to the mail room. You could’ve called me to come get this from you,” she say
“Fiona,” he greets as I step off the elevator. I offer my best smile, but even I can tell it’s not as genuine as it usually is. “What did you find?” I ask as soon as we make it into his office. “The lab sent back the forged signature as well as your samples. They wrote an official letter stating
Fiona Grabbing my bag, I make my way to the elevator. I chance one more glimpse at Ethan’s office, but it’s still empty. He didn’t come back after the meeting, and I didn’t look for him. We both need time to assess the situation in order to make the correct decisions. No matter how much my heart
How can he make a claim like that if he’s going to marry someone else? He can’t have it both ways. It’s either me or her, and he has more to gain and less to lose if he’s with her. Closing my eyes, I pull back. Unlike Chris, the wolf lets me pull away. His fingers linger for a moment, but when I