Sanfordâs features, usually so striking, twisted into a frown as he dialed her number in haste.
But all he met was the chill of an automated message.
Maggieâs phone was off.
His expression shifted, a mix of emotions playing across his face.
He attempted to reach her multiple times, to no avail.
His breathing grew heavy, and it wasnât until memories of the previous night surfaced that alarm bells rang in his mind.
She had wept bitterly.
Her unusual fervor in bed last night was rare.
Was it because she intended to end their relationship?
Confusion whirled within him.
Why would she end things so abruptly?
Why?
Had she gone away?
With a grimace, Sanford marched back to the bedroom, only to find that every gift he had ever given her remained.
Yet, her clothes were missing.
She had truly left!
In Skrix, Rosalynnâs eyes widened as she gazed at the man lying next to her.
âWhy are you here?â she inquired, her voice a mix of surprise and confusion.
Surely, this was her own room, wasnât it?
Then why was Brian on her bed?
Brian propped his head on his arm, eyes narrowing with a teasing glint as he said slowly, âHoney, I cradled you through the night.
â
Rosalynnâs thoughts scrambled for clarity.
âAnd who granted you the right to embrace me all night?â she countered.
Raising an eyebrow, Brian retorted, âYouâre my wife.
Do I need permission from anyone else to hold you?â
Rosalynnâs mind stalled.
âI didnât consent to that.
â
But Brian just smiled, a knowing look in his eyes.
âYet, your body betrayed your words,â he claimed.