"If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?"
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Thrown out of her home by the man she thought loved her. Now homeless, pregnant with a three year old in tow, what would Melinda do to provide for her children when he had stolen from her the one thing she had worked so hard to build. Hatred, anger and pain were her tormentors as she walked out of her home. Replaced by a nonentity she had discovered truly existed after discarding all the rumors.
Lincoln Shields, the epitome of perfection every woman's dream, but his heart belonged to only one person. His childhood friend who he hadn't seen in fifteen years due to circumstances beyond their control. How would she react when he told her his true feelings.
"Wait were are you going?" I asked her shifting in my seat.
"Out. Don't speak to me until you tell me the real reason you brought us here a week earlier that planned. I trusted you to get married out of the blue. Now all I want is this one thing, just the truth. You and I both know we didn't need to get married to come here, you could have used work as an excuse, not a honeymoon," she said angrily making me flinch in my seat.
"I would give anything if you were two people, so I could call up the one who is my friend and tell her about the one I like so much," he whispered. "I am in love with you Mel," he said softly.