The Past is Dead

Summary

The day Andy Blackwood tried to force me into a divorce for that actress—again—I finally gave in.

His hand, holding a cigarette, paused mid-air. A half-smile, mocking and cold, played on his lips.

“What’s this? So compliant this time?” he drawled. “Realized throwing tantrums gets you nowhere? Trying a new tactic, are we?”

I slid the wedding band from my finger and placed it on the table between us. My voice was steady. “No. I’m just done fighting.”