Catching the chill in my stare, she paused, then lied through her teeth, "The pipes burst, and Laurent came to fix them. His clothes got soaked, so I let him shower here."Laurent shot me a mocking glance. "Yeah, I was fixing the pipes. Total flood. Sprayed me good."I balled my fists, ready to punch him, but Stella, catching my intention, jumped in front of him, snatched a baseball bat from the corner, and jabbed it at me."Fresh out of the hospital and losing it again?" she warned. "I haven't settled the score with you yet. Touch Laurent, and I'll send you back there."The scene was all too familiar.Ten years ago, she'd thrown herself in front of me like that, and it'd hooked me for life. Ironically, a decade later, she was shielding someone else.For a moment, it all felt pointless."This is my house. Get the hell out!" I ignored them, heading straight to the bedroom.The soiled bedsheets from the Husky had been changed. Along with them, our wedding photo had been replaced
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