Ashes of Love
When my ex-boyfriend Harry Thorne went bankrupt, his family forced him into an arranged marriage to save their sinking business. I handed him an abortion record and vanished without a trace.
Five years later, we crossed paths again. He tossed a stack of a hundred grand in front of me, telling me to get into his bed on my own accord.
I complied.
In the heat of his breathless, passionate kisses, I fell under the fleeting illusion that he still loved me.
That was till his fingers brushed against the scar on my lower abdomen, and he shoved me to the floor in a fit of rage.
“You left me for money, and now you come back wagging your tail, groveling for the exact same thing? How shameless can you b