A New Beginning
LeafCountdownTragic LovePlot TwistsScumbagRegretIndependence
“Tess, go and get Claire some clothes.”
James Tennant, my husband, sat shirtless on the bed, lighting a cigarette as he ordered me around.
Clothes were scattered all over the floor, evidence of what had happened the night before. I stood still, not moving, and simply glanced at him.
Wrapped in a blanket, Claire Fisher beamed at me. “Mr. Tennant, isn’t this a little inappropriate? After all, she’s Mrs. Tennant.”