You’ve Got Balls? Show Me.

Kira was silent. A piercing pain started somewhere in her heart and was now spreading to the rest of her body. She was having trouble breathing. Knowing she’d gotten the death sentence was completely different from hearing it read out loud. Kira swallowed hard. She was glad she was in bed. If she had been standing, Austyn would have seen her shaking knees. She hid her trembling hands under the quilt. ‘When are we going to file for divorce?’ she asked. ‘W-what?’ She forced out a smile. ‘You’ve made your choice. We’ll have to get a divorce, right? I can’t be Mrs McCarthy anymore. That title is for…for her. Just give me some time to pack up and move out.’ ‘Kira Hewitt!’ Austyn roared. ‘You just can’t wait to get away from me, can you? Are you that eager to leave me?’ She wasn’t. If she could help it, she’d never leave him. But she wasn’t thick-skinned enough to grovel and beg, not when he’d made his preference perfectly clear. She’d already lost in the battle for love. She could only hope