Married to the Man Who Hated Me
Recent.
No older than a few days.
His jaw tightened.
In an instant, an image forced itself into his mind—a faceless man bending over her, touching her, claiming her.
The thought struck like a blade.
Heat surged through him, violent and irrational.
Possessiveness.Jealousy.
They overran his reason before he could stop them.
“You knew you were going to marry me, and you were still fooling around with another man?” he spat.
“Just like your mother,” he added coldly. “Careless. Cheap. Always needing a man’s hands on you.”