Chloe’s eyes slid open to sunlight streaming through her window. She turned her face away, yawned, and stretched lazily across the bed.
She decided to stay a little longer, sinking deeper into the sheets. It wasn’t as if she had anywhere urgent to be — she was yet to resume work.
After her confrontation with Liam, she hadn’t seen him again at home, nor had she heard from him. Not that she cared anyway.
It wasn’t every day one got stuck with a husband who couldn’t stand her guts.
Her life had been a hell of a bumpy ride ever since Rose died and she found herself trapped in this nightmare called marriage.
If only wishes were horses, she would have flown back in time to stop Rose from boarding that plane. Then she wouldn’t have had to know the monster called Liam Reigns.
It was her faul
