MARIAN.“Let’s get a divorce, Marian.”My eyes widen, but not because of the statement, but because of how much thought he has put into getting a divorce.Well, at least that proves he’ll put effort into something if it means getting away from me—the woman who stuck with him for ten years, and handed everything she’s worked hard for to him.I stare at the paper he’d slammed on the table, and examine it, determined not to show an iota of emotion even though this is tearing me apart inside.“Let’s face it, you and I, we were never going to work out, Marian. You know it, I know it, everyone else knows it.” He continues talking, and the sound of his voice is like metal on a chalkboard to my ears.I can’t believe I let myself fall in love with him. I can’t believe I gave him ten years of my life. I cannot believe that I worked so hard for the world to know his name.Looking up, my eyes drift to the fool sprawled out on the bed—our bed, my matrimonial bed—and I can’t stop the scoff as it le

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MARIAN.For the umpteenth time, I toss the dress I am holding aside. It’s red, and it would have been perfect for a club outfit, but it’s too long, it’s the kind of dress worn to corporate events, and I’m not going to any corporate event.I want heads to turn the moment I walk in, I want the room to hold its breath, and I want men stumbling over themselves for them. I’m going to prove Malcolm wrong, I’m going to show him that I wasn’t always the good girl.My fingers brush past another of the soft, muted fabrics I’ve worn for years. High necklines, modest hems, safe choices made for a man who wanted my lights dimmed and my wings clipped.Well, not anymore.Anger pricks my skin, and I let the tears I’ve been holding back to fall freely as I keep searching for something to wear, because after tonight, I am never going to bring myself to cry over a manwhore because after tonight, Malcolm is dead to me.My hand lands on a black dress buried in the back, and I pull it out, staring at it fo

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MARIAN. The VIP section is quiet as I feel all four brother’s eyes on me. My body burns, and my grip around my clutch tightens so hard that my knuckles turn white, it’s almost as if it’s the only thing I’m looking to as an anchor. A low guttural laugh emanates from Zayden as he stands to his feet, and before I can do anything, two fingers are already on my chin, lifting my face so that I can look right into his deep crimson eyes. “Do you want to see how you look right now?” He asks, and my throat bobs as I swallow because I don’t need to look, but Zayden is already behind me, still holding my face so that I can see my reflection in the glass. I don’t recognize the woman that’s looking back at me, my face is beet-red, my pupils are dilated, and it’s almost as if I’m begging my husband’s best friends to take me right here and now. “Do you know why we kept on being friends with that pussy you call a husband?” Tristan asks, his hand on my thighs, nails digging deliciously into my ski

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