Ana's POV
I knew every reason to say no.
The office. The whispers that had followed me down the aisle all day. The ring I still hadn't taken off, the bare band of skin under it that he had touched and I had run from. A husband three hundred miles away too proud to sign me free.
Every reason was standing in a line and waiting for me to use it.
I looked at his hand around mine, at the dark blue eyes that hadn't once looked away from me, and I said the only word I had left.
"Yes."
Because I was damn tired. Not the tired of one long day, the tired that goes all the way down.
I was tired of being the woman things were done to. The wife who was left. The mistress's punching line. The name a stranger planted a crime on while I slept.
For two years I had been a door other people walked
