I froze for at least ten seconds before that indescribable fury hit me like a train. Without thinking, I raised my hand and slapped him hard across both cheeks.
In the past, I just thought Ronald Wright was cold-hearted—willing to throw away his wife and everything else for Grace Mills. But I didn’t let him go, I clung to that marriage, so whatever he did to me… maybe I had it coming.
But not this time. This life, I did nothing wrong to him. I didn’t stand in his way, didn’t stop him from running back into her arms. When Jordan Bryant’s accident almost killed him, I had no other choice but to ask Ronald for help. I didn’t beg for nothing—I gave him what he asked for. My body. And now he was using that to humiliate me?
Both sides of Ronald’s face turned red with my fingerprints.
