Harriet's breath caught in her throat, and tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. "I didn't..."
She was certain that the man in front of her was Yarden.
Her "husband."
Her throat constricted as she fought the urge to retch, whispering hoarsely, "You are Yarden."
Her scalding tears splashed onto his hand, trickling down his skin like molten lava, and with her resolute words, they carved a deep chasm in his heart.
How could this possibly be?
She was tied to Arlo. Incipitously, he should have been the first person she sought out.
Yarden's grip on Harriet's neck slackened for a moment before tightening once more.
He stared at Harriet's pained, flushed face, and after a few seconds, he flung her onto the bed.
Yarden's plan was meticulously crafted. He even knew the exact dosage of the
