Renee stared, transfixed, at Hans and Katrina's intertwined hands. She held her breath, her mind reeling.
It was ironic. Though she wouldn't wish discomfort on Hans due to his allergies, the fact that only she could touch him had always been a source of secret pride for Renee, a cornerstone of her faith in their relationship.
Their unique bond felt like fate, a fairytale come true. Only something this magical could heal the wounds of Renee's first marriage and allow her to believe in love after Chase, that scumbag.
Whenever jealousy and insecurity gnawed at her, Renee would console herself. 'Even though he's with another woman now, Hans is absolutely loyal to you. After all, you're the special one.'
Trust was like a sand castle, built with time and effort, yet destroyed by a single wa
