Revival Novel Novels & Stories

I suppose I'll take pity on her and go back tomorrow. When I heard that, I clenched my fists, yet I also felt strangely relieved. … However, the following day, moans drifted from the master bedroom next door. Swallowing my revulsion, I walked to the door. The sight inside struck me like a bolt out of the blue. The woman lying beneath Marcus with a look of pure bliss was none other than Mirabelle, looking younger than ever. The gown I'd commissioned for Pembroke Group's anniversary celebration lay torn to shreds on the floor, along with used condoms.