Dana POV
The look on his face was priceless. I’d thoroughly enjoyed myself today, causing him to walk beneath the lighting, pretending it was necessary in order to look at just how the necklace shimmered beneath it. He’d cottoned on pretty quickly that I was taking my frustrations out on him, thinking to go along with it and that I would eventually calm down. It might have worked, if I hadn’t seen Sandra’s post this morning while I was in the store, with a picture of her and Hunter, beaming ear to ear, along with the title “You can push me down, but I just get back up. I’m lucky to have found such a caring man”
Fury had swept over me. It had been a deliberate dig at me, another attack and I had reacted. Consequently, I had posted a picture of Hunter, who was wearing a pearl necklace and
