“Get out of this house before I forget you’re my wife!”
The slap from Ethan landed so hard that my wedding ring dug into my palm.
I felt the warmth of blood before I felt the pain.
For several seconds, the grand marble foyer of the mansion fell silent. The indoor fountain stopped feeling loud. The antique grandfather clock seemed to stop ticking. Even the relatives gathered in the living room appeared frozen.
Then my mother-in-law smiled.
Margaret Reynolds didn’t smile like someone who had won an argument.