My Husband Chose His First Love’s Tears Over My Word — Then a Video at His Grandfather’s Party Revealed Who Really Wanted Me Dead
Instead it felt like the first clean air I had breathed in years.
Sebastian wanted to use me to reach the man who had destroyed his family; I wanted to use his resources and his reach to reach the same man and reclaim what was mine.
Neither of us pretended it was anything nobler, and that honesty was the whole foundation the alliance stood on.
There was no talk of destiny, no soft implication that I owed him for saving my life, none of the quiet ledger-keeping that the Ashfords had run on for eighteen years.
Just two people who had each been gutted by the same man, laying their aims on the table and shaking hands over them.