Chapter 4

"Blake! Let me go!" I fought wildly, stumbling as he hauled me up the stairs.

At the master bedroom door, he wrenched it open and shoved me inside. He swept a hand toward my scattered belongings, his gaze pure ice. "This room is Chloe's now. All your perfumes, your makeup, this whole pile of useless junk...I want it gone!"

Then he grabbed the frame from my dresser, the one with our third anniversary photo, and smashed it on the floor.

CRASH!

Glass shards scattered. The smiling faces in the photo, once so tender, were now fractured and sliced apart by…