Chapter 3

Charles spotted the prescription bag in my hand, and his expression darkened. He stepped forward and grabbed my wrist.

Charles demanded, "Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"

I glanced back at Sophie, who was clinging to his hand with a wounded look on her face, and felt nothing but contempt.

Men like him were never satisfied.

He wasn't willing to give up the thrill of something new, but he also couldn't stomach the reputation of a man who abandoned his wife.

He wanted it both ways, and he honestly thought he could have it.

The only thing I…