Krystal Pov
I carried my eyes around to get my bearings, from what I could see we were in a parking lot; my imagination knowing just how much my contract husbands pocket swelled rose with a panic.
“Don't tell me you got me a new car,” I said to him and meant it quite literally not in the manner of grateful bewilderment
that people often said it.
“No,” he shook his head, “I got you something even better.”
My heart began to swing within my ribs, better? Meaning even more expensive? At this point I knew that resistance was futile. He had probably already bought whatever he intended to know all that was left was for me to gracefully accept it.
I had to decide that I would return every gift he gave me after our divorce, completely intact.
I didn't want any loose strings at the end of
