My Husband Left Me To Bleed
Language: en
The rescue scene at the edge of the cliff was a circus of sirens and blinding floodlights. A reporter shoved a microphone toward me the second I was pulled up, her eyes gleaming with the hunger for a viral headline. “Mrs. Steven, your husband just chose to save Miss Vance first, claiming that as a police captain’s daughter, you’re ‘built tougher.’ How do you feel about that?” I clutched the scratchy wool of the rescue blanket around my shoulders, trying to hide the blood soaking through my leggings. My gaze drifted to Hudson, who was across the perimeter, cradling his childhood sweetheart…