I walked out of the morgue, suddenly recalling that Aaron Tomlinson had not touched me intimately for three whole years.
The last time we did the deed, he’d just entered my body when he uttered beneath his breath, “So loose.”
He had spoken softly, but I still heard him. And from that day onward, Aaron never laid a finger on me again.
I didn’t ask him for it either.
Although I wanted nothing more than to ravage his extremely fit six-pack body and handsome face that rivalled any other celebrity, I still held myself back.
Once the company started turning a profit, I tried everything I could to make myself look as pretty as possible. However, that still didn’t attract Aaron’s attention because he still refused to touch me sexually.
As it turned out, he’d just been releasing his pent-up sexual frustration with someone else.
I probably wouldn’t even have been this angry if he’d reconciled with his ex-girlfriend, but he actually slept with my younger cousin, Rachel Sanders, of all people.
He knew very well that Rachel had already stolen three of my ex-boyfriends away. He knew that Rachel and I could never get along.
After the funeral, Rachel kept bugging Aaron, asking him to send her back home. Aaron just patted her on the head fondly and said, “Alright, I’ll send you home.”
Then, he turned to me and said, “Katrina Sanders, take the car and attend the meeting at the office first. You’ve been on leave for days. Your department’s basically collapsed.”
After he was done speaking, he didn’t even wait for my reply before he opened the door to the front passenger seat for Rachel.
I was very shocked. Since when had Aaron ever been so gentlemanly like this?
He had never, ever opened the car door for me, even after our marriage.
It wasn’t until I walked out of the door that I realized it was pouring outside. When I saw the heavy rain, I was immediately reminded of the time I miscarried my first child because of such sheeting rain.
It happened because Aaron and I were hurrying to meet a potential client who was trying to sign with another company. I drove past the speed limit while six months pregnant.
We managed to secure the client, but because of how bumpy the entire ride had been, I’d accidentally caused the death of my unborn baby, and I was forced to undergo an induced miscarriage.
