He Banished Me to the Desert
Language: en
Stepping out of the terminal after a brutal five-year stint out of state, my chest hummed with a foolish kind of hope. I thought Christopher would finally drop to one knee and keep the promise he made before I left. Instead, he stood by the baggage claim with his hands in his pockets. His face was a mask of absolute indifference. "Margo. I'm sorry." Before the shock could even register, he kept talking. "That transfer order. I was the one who pulled the strings." "I deliberately shipped you off to that godforsaken mining project in the Mojave. I needed to clear the board so Lily and I…