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

shoulder as he reached across the table. His skin smelled of the cold evening air and the leather seats of the car, completely free of the sweat and anger that had filled the cabin only ten minutes ago.

I watched him open the menu, his hands perfectly steady, his fingernails clean and trimmed.

“This place looks excellent, Lily,” Damon continue reading …