Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!
To Elena, they are ghosts in frames, and their eyes feel like they’re staring straight through her and like they are nudging her to do the right thing.
Her throat tightens, she hadn’t been prepared for this. Seeing their faces here, preserved in love rather than resentment, twists something sharp in her chest, now that she knows, whether she likes it or not, that her hands are not as clean as she’d love to make them out to be.
“You keep them up,” she murmurs without looking at Reid.
“Of course I do,” Reid says, his voice short tempered. “They were my parents, why would I not? They were not bargaining chips, not stepping stones, just two people who loved one another to death and deserved bett