Dragging my numb, pain-ridden leg, I walked in the opposite direction, completely away from him.
It felt as though I were stepping on razor blades.
Every step sliced through my flesh.
Every step tore through my soul.
The doctor handed me the results and warned me that I needed to rest for the next month. Without it, dancing again would be out of the question.
I hailed a cab and returned home to face the cold emptiness of my apartment alone.
Because of our secret marriage, Julian and I maintained separate residences. He’d deliberately chosen the unit right above mine.
On my first night there, he pinned me against the wall and kissed me.
“Now I can sneak into your bed every night.”
Julian seemed to take particular pleasure in this illicit game, as though the secrecy added a thrill.
I once thought it was just a peculiar quirk beneath his otherwise serious exterior.
But I was wrong.
The thrill wasn’t about secrecy—it was about betrayal.
He had grown bored of me and set his sights on the newer, more enticing Averil.
