On a summer night, the master bedroom was dimly lit, the mattress sagging under their weight.White moonlight drifted through the curtains, rising and falling with the night breeze. Their breaths mingled. Shadows swayed across the room.He had been drinking.He wasn’t gentle. If anything, there was something punishing in the way he touched her.Sabrina Chatsworth kept her eyes shut and said nothing, letting him do as he pleased.“Sabrina. Open your eyes and look at me.”His hand suddenly closed around her chin. The sharp sting of pain made her flinch, and above her came his low, husky voice, edged with irritation.Sabrina slowly opened her eyes.A streak of moonlight fell across his sharply defined profile.For a second, she felt dazed.A month ago, they had left the cemetery on bad terms.That day had been the anniversary of their twins’ death. All he had said was, “I’m busy. I don’t have time for this,” before turning and walking away. He hadn’t come home once in the month
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