[CASSIE]
“We need to talk.”
And that’s all it takes for my voice to abandon me.
We need to talk.
Rhys stands there, looking hopeful. As if he’s been waiting for this moment for years. For our kids to lock us into a room so we’re forced to talk.
How did we come to this?
And the fact that he stands there looking so effortlessly beautiful… so put together. Those broad shoulders, those magical eyes, that soft hair, that pretty mouth. My husband. That’s the man I married. He’s mine. Or he was—
My heart is now pounding so loudly, I’m scared that it might just explode any moment. It’s only Rhys, I tell myself.
Only Rhys can make you feel like this, a voice answers.
I lick my lips and he follows the movement, blinking slowly. All of his attention is on me. There’s nowhere to distract
