His Secondhand Wife and the Final Debt
Language: en
I hadn't paid my half of the household expenses to Pierce Ellington in two weeks, and for the first time, he was the one who called me. “What, no rush to settle up this time?” his voice was sharp with a familiar edge of contempt. “I covered your brother Logan’s medication for the month, so don’t play the martyr. Don't go crying later that I didn't help.” The line went dead just as I finished booking a one-way train ticket. Glancing around the house we’d shared for five years, I knew what I could take. It was only the battered, old suitcase my brother Logan Shore had bought me when he sent…