Words drained from Taylor's mouth. He opened his lips to speak, but all he could still say was, “Nicole?”
Nicole's heart was racing, but her face went cold with anger and simmering resentment.
Her breath hitched in her throat as flashes of her past with Taylor came back in vivid detail, like a knife through her gut.
It was as if a projector inside her head had been flipped on, replaying every single moment of pain and humiliation he had ever caused her. She saw herself as she once was: a young, hopeful woman, determined to make a marriage work against all odds.
The sharp words his mother had hurled at her still echoed in her ears: accusations of being a gold digger, an opportunist. She remembered the cold indifference in Taylor's eyes as he aligned himself with his family against her,
