Chapter Twenty-Five
She felt cheated. Since the day her divorce was made legal, she’d felt cheated. Hell, it had been before that. She’d not been married five years before things started to fall apart. He’d not only cheated on her but cheated her of so many pleasures. Cheated of knowing what it felt like to be treasured and loved, cheated of having a man look at her the way Father Monroe did; cheated of pure and simple happiness. It was hers now. The happiest day of her life stretched out behind her, a day of being allowed to wander anywhere in the house as long as it was on her hands and knees, a day devoted to scampering after a little red ball he tossed down the hallway and that she retrieved, a day of crawling beside him on the leash as they went outside for a walk, a day of stretchin
