This is a pretty shabby house for being listed at such an expensive price. Hugo warned him already about the lead pipes. If it wasn’t historic, Miles would suggest having someone tear this whole place down and rebuild it. As it is, they need the right buyer to come around with a passion for restorat
I see on the news that a demon of my past, Mr. Carpenter, has turned himself into the police. The police searched his home, and found disgusting content involving minors on his computer. It was enough, with his confession of having paid for underage victims that sealed his fate. Meticulously, I wa
He steps closer to me, staring down at me with an intensity that makes me feel seen. Exposed. Vulnerable. “Miles…” I say again, weaker than before. I don’t know how to counter something so utterly heart-wrenching. God, I am in love with this man. Maybe I’m not ready to say it aloud, knowing we are
I immediately hold Violet close as her sobs shake her body. Iris is more mad than sad, but her voice still shakes as she adds, “Dad’s going to leave us behind.” That’s news to me. Loving our daughters is the only thing Garnar and I have in common. “What makes you say that?” I ask. “Rachel,” Ir
“I am his ex,” I tell her. “Oh.” She pauses a moment. Just as I hope I’ll finally have some civility now, she says, “That must be why you are in his phone as bitch.” “Great. Thanks for that. Please put Garnar on the phone now.” “I don’t think I will,” Rachel says. “I know how you exes are. It
The rage I’ve been repressing since talking to Rachel on the phone comes bursting out of me, and before I really know what I’m doing, I’m opening the door to Miles’s office and stepping inside. I realize only after I closed the door that I didn’t knock. The rudeness of it makes me freeze. Miles
Miles presses his lips hard together but doesn’t argue. “I’ll have my phone on me. Call if you need me, and I will be there.” I believe him. That helps give me strength, as later, I race through the city streets back to our sleepy suburban neighborhood. I drive straight by my own house, going deep
At my husband's promotion party to CEO, I accidentally saw my sister Thea's leg rubbing suggestively against his suit pants. She was in a mini skirt with sheer black stockings showing off her slim legs. Ane me? As a 34-year-old stay-at-home mom, I was stuck in a conservative, oversized coat to a