don

actually da

dness. It was rage. A raw,

couldn't survive without

anity. Its cold touch only fueled my ir

r number again. "The user you are c

She blo

. I never thought Chloe, who was always as me

she liked, the flowers she arranged, the throw pillows she bought for the sofa. I'd never paid att

d to show her the conse

t friend. The woman who always looked at me like I was some

, but as the team's PR manager, she c

rings, her icy voice came through. "

al, but laced with a ba

" I demanded, my

uld I know your wife's whereabouts? Pe

phone. "Don't play games wi

in no position to give me orders. And b

ar voice in the background. It was

d against my rib

nged. The voice I had known for four year

" I asked, supp

one of her own. "Landon Knight, did you call to

s my face. I remembered wha

back down. "Come home," I ordered. "Now

enge on me?" I sneered. "Look at what you've done! I l

I thought she was scared

re was no fear in it. Only exhaus

rst time. "Your endorsements, your image, your me

coming ba

see you

re I could even

till pressed to my ear

t? What did sh

tning, turning my rage into a s

an anniversary? Because I went to see Isa