Love Burned to a Crisp
At the Davenport family dinner, I arrive wearing the same dress Tucker Davenport's true love once wore.
His face darkens immediately. He glares at me coldly and orders that my dress be burned on the spot.
"Damn it, Willow, can't you show a little self-awareness? Shelby might be too naive to notice, but there's no way I'm letting you appear like this in front of her."
The intense heat rushes toward me as the flames consume the fabric. A sharp, burning pain shoots between my legs, crashing over me like a tidal wave.
The pain drags me under, but I suddenly jolt awake, barely able to gasp a plea for mercy.
Tucker doesn't spare me a glance. He simply turns away to help Shelby cut the cake.
Days later, he finally remembers I exist.
"As long as you behave and don't bother Shelby again, you'll still be Mrs. Davenport."
I stare at the burns on my legs as my tears dry up. I refuse to beg any longer.
I'm done being Mrs. Davenport.