Claimed by My Best Friend's Alpha Dad
Because this was Adrian Storm, my mate, my husband, the man whose heartbeat I'd learned to recognize in crowded rooms, telling me in that devastatingly calm voice that he no longer loved me.
*The love was real. And it's also real that I don't love you anymore.*
I felt my blood crystallize in my veins. My heart forgot its rhythm. Everything inside me went still and cold and empty.
This, I thought distantly, is what dying feels like when you're still breathing.
I closed my eyes. Forced every tear, every scream, every desperate plea back down my throat where they belonged.
Then I opened them. Met his gaze. Let him see exactly what I was about to do.