Spellbound by Her
Three years into our marriage, Rylan Shaw brings another woman home.
"Maeve, you should learn from the younger ladies. Stop acting like a block of wood all the time."
With a calm resolve, I shatter our wedding photo and hand him the divorce papers I've long prepared. "Let's get divorced, Rylan. I'll step aside for her," I declare.
His friends insist that without him, I'll starve on the streets. Rylan believes the same.
"Once she's suffered enough out there, she'll realize how lucky she was to be Mrs. Shaw."
But a week passes, then a month—and I never return.
That's when Rylan begins to grow uneasy. Panic and restless nights consume him.
One evening, drunk and desperate, he pounds on the door of my new apartment.
"Maeve, if it's money you want, I'll give it all to you…"
The door swings open to reveal an unfamiliar man—bare-chested, pajama pants hanging low, fresh scratches streaking his abdomen.
Jonah Archer arches a brow, dissatisfaction flickering in his eyes as he asks, "Mr. Shaw, what madness brings you to my wife's door in the middle of the night?"