"How do you know Hemmings, darling?" My cellmate's breath was hot as he spoke in my ear.
Before I could answer Luke cut me off, "he's my husband." his tone was cold.
"How do you know Hemmings, darling?" My cellmate's breath was hot as he spoke in my ear.
Before I could answer Luke cut me off, "he's my husband." his tone was cold.
Eleanor and Louis were happy together. Always. Nothing could ruin it...or so they think. Eleanor's hate gets worse and Louis has no idea what's happening. He assumes she's emotional. But what he does...