hone off. Then she opened her messages and texted her divorce attorney: "Draft a no-fault agreement." Thirty m

d into the grand marble foyer. Seeing the famil

Kizzie McGuire Schmidt, dressed in an emerald embroidered suit. The larg

go? Still no news

hands. In her past life, Kizzie's endless pressure about having an h

doctor said it tak

, handing her tre

st list shut, her face

the Howard family. You've made me a complete la

unded from the side staircas

id shirt, with his rough hands pressed tightly against the seams of his cheap work pants. As the illegiti

through the side door? You smell like cheap

teacup and slammed it onto t

lack hair hiding his eyes as his cal

me to drop off the quarterly w

m. In her last life, she had joined her mother in insulting him, never kn

Avery walked straight toward

racing himself for her usual slap or mockery. Instead, Avery stopped in front

his f

asked

ed his head up, his da

something I picked up at a street st

eached out, placed her pale hand over the thick calluses on hi

lace. Avery knew this was no street stall trash-Dax had fought thirty underground cage matches a

k the necklace out in front of

put it o

long black hair, exposing the p

ly he could barely hold the tiny silver clasp. Terrified that his rough skin might

Avery turned back around and g

t. Thank

out disgust made Dax's broad frame sh

d? Why are you wearing

s shattered across the floor as she marched over and raised her hand

torcade has just pulled