~Vivian~
My father's car was parked outside. And standing beside it, arms crossed, face dark with anger, was Nathan.
Holding my wedding ring.
The one I'd told him that I was wearing.
My hands froze on the steering wheel. The wedding ring caught the evening light as Nathan held it up, like evidence at a trial. My father stood beside him, his face set in that way that meant I was in serious trouble.
I touched my bare finger. How could I be so stupid?
I slid my mirror open and glanced at myself. My hair was tousled, as if I’d rolled in the hay, which technically, I had, and there were pink marks on my neck.
What was it with Damien and leaving hickeys every time?
I quickly whipped out my foundation and swiped it around the mark, trying my best to conceal it. When I was satisfied, I pac
