LOGINI stood there, unable to blink. Unable to speak. Unable to understand why he looked nothing like a man preparing to destroy my heart. The love I felt for him surged through me with such force that my chest physically hurt. Why did it have to end like this? I swallowed hard. Dominic took
I did not want to go. I knew what was about to happen. Dominic wanted to make a clean break with me, face-to-face, the way a gentleman was supposed to end things, and he had chosen a beautiful garden as the backdrop because beautiful gardens made rejection feel slightly less brutal, the way flowers
But occasionally, without meaning to, I would glance at my phone. The screen stayed dark. No missed calls. No new messages. No I'm sorry, something came up, let me make it up to you. No are you okay? No anything. I did not have lunch. I had no appetite to eat anything whatsoever, and the granola b
I had proposed the affair in the first place, had I not? I was the one who suggested the arrangement, back when I still believed I could separate my body from my heart and keep one safe while offering up the other. I had broken my own rules by falling for him, and if this was the price, then so be i
CELESTE I sat in the driver's seat with both hands still gripping the wheel, though the engine had been off for God knows how long, and I stared through the windshield at the grimy brick wall of the laundromat without seeing it. The divorce certificate lay on the passenger seat in its crisp enve
"Today," he had said when he first made the promise. "Today, and every day after. Nothing at work would ever be more important than having lunch with you." And now, on the very first day he was supposed to keep that promise after my divorce was finalized, he had broken it without a second thought.







