The Wind Shattered Our Forever
Language: en
Gideon and I had hit the divorce attorney’s office seven times, infamous as Boston’s most volatile couple. After our seventh split, I met a friend at a lounge where his drunken taunts floated over from a nearby booth. He bragged I’d beg to remarry within a month, his friends roaring as someone recorded it. Swirling his drink, he sneered that I couldn’t survive without him. My friend warned me not to take him back. I shook my head. In my past life, he paraded affairs while chaining me to the Pierce name. His mistress ran me over; he was bedding his secretary as I lay comatose. I woke…