Desire led him back to her. Rage made him stay.
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Alexander's PoV
The car eased to a stop in front of the cabin—-our honeymoon destination. I hadn't planned to stay long. Just long enough to calm the storm the media had stirred up after I walked out of the wedding.
They didn't hesitate to sink their teeth in.
"Alex Dankworth storms out, leaving bride at the
altar!"
"Is Lily O'Sullivan pregnant?"
"Gold-digger or fairytale gone wrong?"
Pathetic, really. I usually don't give a damn what the press says, but Lily…. Lily would. I'd tried to bury the headlines, shut mouths, pull strings, but rumors have a way of multiplying like disease.
That's why I told her not to leave the house. She'd see the papers. She'd hear the whispers. And I couldn't stand the thought of her broken by them—esp
