Chased Away
‘Mistaken?’ I shouted. ‘How could I be mistaken? He’s my husband!’
‘Maybe he just looks like your husband,’ the woman retorted.
I knew every inch of his body, including the scars.
I knew what he liked and hated.
I knew who he was.
And he was wearing the wedding ring.
How could he be anything else but Kieran Valentine?
I held up my left hand. ‘I don’t know who you think you are, but the man behind you is my legally wedded husband. Look at the ring on my finger. Then look at his. They are a pair.’
The woman made no move to examine my ring.
She blocked my view of Kieran with her body. ‘We found the ring on the road.’
‘Where? When? By whom?’ I demanded.
I couldn’t understand why the woman was lying. ‘Look, maybe we should sit down and talk about—’
‘Don’t come any closer!’ She glared at me. ‘Jai’s my brother. He’s not your husband. He’s mine!’
‘What?’ I frowned.
Did I hear her correctly?
‘What did you say?’
She stared at me fiercely. ‘Jai is going to marry me. He’s going to be my husband. Y
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