LOGINWas he on drugs? “Please speak well of me. Of the times that I treated you well. How you initiated the divorce and please don’t mention that I asked for an open marriage” I could feel the confusion warping my features as I blurted. “What are you even talking about?” I was clueless. He d
Verena Kian leaned against the wall of the hallway, his eyes narrowing on me. I could feel the blood rushing into my own ears, hard and deafening. Not only did he ruin my morning. He ruined every plan I had for his uncle. Anger threatened to consume me and every part of me fought to conf
Verena I was so drunk last night that while Daxton helped peel the strap of my heel, I passed out. Daxton pressed the doorbell harder, a small groan slipping from his mouth. The plan for the morning was to stay together. Then Neil changed it and now, Nina canceled the art exhibition in her ga
I had never felt more alive. And now that I had taken his phone, recording videos of the band, being their only cheerleader. For a second, I wondered if Daxton loved Jazz or if he just used it as an excuse to make me come outside. The side of my face prickled from being watched for far t
Verena My heels clicked against the asphalt, my gaze fixed on the red awning that had the club’s name written on it. “Jazz Nostalgia” The words slipped off my tongue effortlessly. I bounced on my feet to stay warm, suddenly regretting my life decision. Daxton had mentioned something abou
I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. “Is that why you did that?” Zita swallowed, pushed her hair behind her ear. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” A manic laugh burst from my throat as I leaned forward, staring deep into her eyes. “Congratulations to you, Zita. You hav







