Betrayed by my sister, Deceived by my husband
So why did this gentle, stupid touch affect me a thousand times more than his demand?
I pressed both palms against my burning cheeks, trying to drown out the loud, rapid thumping of my own heart. I was a heartbroken woman. My marriage was in ashes, my trust was completely shattered, and my ex-husband was currently fuming in the dark over my fake engagement. I had sworn to myself that my heart was dead, buried beneath the grief of Ethan's betrayal.
So why was Damian Blackwood making it beat again?