INICIAR SESIÓNSydney and Tobias. Sydney looks clean, dressed in a pristine cream pantsuit, while Tobias stands beside her looking a bit rough, but more put together than I am right now. A wave of venom explodes in my chest at the sight of them. "You low-life bastards!" I curse at them, spitting the words acros
The line goes completely dead. "Fuck!" I drop the phone, my brain spinning in crazy circles as I turn around and sprint straight toward my bedroom to grab my emergency cash and passport. But the exact second I cross the threshold, Deckard charges in right behind me. He slams the bedroom door shut
"Rachel! Naomi!" I'm sprinting down the grand hallway, the heels of my pumps clacking like an erratic machine gun against the marble floorboards. Sweat is beading at my hairline, ruining my freshly done makeup, and my chest is heaving so violently I can barely drag air into my lungs. I shriek a
By the time I drive my sports coupe to the central police precinct, the clock is hovering past mid-afternoon. I walk through the glass entrance, and I immediately spot Tobias standing by the vending machines, a paper cup of terrible hospital coffee in his hand. The moment he sees me, he sets the c
It's been hours. And a lot of things have happened in these past hours. But the one thing I desperately want to happen hasn't happened yet. And that's Owen coming out of surgery and actually being okay. It's not until another thirty minutes that the red double doors of the operating theater swing
"Then it’s a good thing we have more than words," Sydney says from behind me. I turn around to see her stepping out from behind my shoulder. Her face is still incredibly pale, her eyes rimmed with red from her earlier tears, but the vulnerable panic has vanished, replaced by a cold, burning focus.
I hate new beginnings. But that's what I need right now. I moved into a smaller apartment and put a good distance between Deckard and I, and I can't believe how happy I am. This new space is small but it's mine. Everything is picked out by me, and there are no lies behind these walls, that's for s
No matter how tough I've been acting, this shit hurts like hell. Seeing it over and over that the man you once loved has never had you in heart is devastating. The tears just keep coming, no matter how hard I try to hold them back. Damn him! Damn her! Damn everybody! Knowing that they were creepi
Ding! The sound of the café bell has me looking up, and when I spot the man that walks through the doors, I stand up immediately. Nicholas Chase was my senior back in school, and one of my good supporters back when my acting career took a negative hit that forced me into a hiatus. His black hair
"What?" "I want a divorce," I repeat. Deckard remains frozen, staring at me as if I’ve suddenly started speaking a foreign language. His eyes search my face, looking for the crack, the moment where I’ll break into a sob and tell him I didn't mean it. Then, he chuckles. "Oh, don't be dramatic, no







