Jules dragged herself out of the car, still unable to get the image of Evie's twisted wrist out of her mind.
No matter how many times Cassie had tried to tell her she was only defending herself, she just couldn't help but feel guilty.
The incident had eventually ruined the entire day for them, so they just abandoned the spa and settled for a bit of shopping then drove down to Cassie's house to down a couple bottles of wine.
Now it was night, and she was back home. All she wanted to do was collapse into her bed and prepare for a stressful Monday.
She pushed open the front door and stopped cold.
The TV in the living room was on, Ethan sitting quietly before it, watching a news segment.
"CEO, FOUNDER OF HARTLINE LUXURY CONSULTANCY, SENDS FIANCÉE OF EX-HUSBAND TO NEAR DEATH." the headlin
