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

eyes wide as she stared at Damon.

Damon adjusted his watch, his knuckles white against the metal strap, his face turning an even deeper shade of crimson. “That was a private joke between your mother and me. She knows how I talk.”

“It wasn’t a joke,” I said, my voice quiet but firm. “It has never been a joke.”

For the first time, Damon continue reading …