Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

to cover it, but the fabric was tailored tight, clinging to my arm.

Damon took another slow sip of his Cabernet, his eyes tracking my movement with a cold, quiet satisfaction.

My hand dropped back to my lap, the fabric of the emerald dress suddenly feeling tight and suffocating against my ribs.

Lily froze, her fork halfway to her mouth, her eyes darting continue reading …