Lynne's POV
"Lynne, did I misjudge you before, or is this version of you just an act?" Warren's voice was low and tense. "First, you became the Taylor family's heiress. Then you turned out to be a billiards champion. What else are you hiding from me?"
"Here's another thing," I snapped, bringing my knee up hard into his groin. Gritting my teeth, I said, "I've always been capable of fighting back. I just indulged you too much before!"
"Ugh!" Warren groaned in pain, doubling over to clutch himself. I turned to leave, reaching for the door, but he surged forward, grabbing me in a desperate embrace.
"Lynne, we need to talk!"
"I don't want to!" I barked, prying his arms off, but he shoved me against the wall in one swift motion.
"Don't push me," I rasped, glaring at him. "I'm not your wife
