~Lora~
Have you ever had the urge to drag someone straight to hell with you… and feel satisfied knowing you’d be there just to watch them burn?
That was exactly how I felt about Michael.
A deep, consuming rage burned through me as I stood there, watching his silhouette slowly disappear through the door, my fingers curling tightly at my sides.
And when he mentioned my father…
A cold, uneasy shiver ran down my spine, one I tried so hard to hide from him.
My father had never been cruel to me, not even once.
But at the same time, we were never close enough to call it a warm relationship either.
After I married Michael, whatever little connection we had left slowly faded away, like something fragile that was never meant to last.
Still… he had been happy about the marriage.
Not becaus
