Our life is perfect. We haven’t had any fights or outbursts from the days of Natasha, not since. We seem to work so well and cohabit flawlessly, despite our conflicting personalities where domestic crap is concerned. I don’t get why he would let it go so readily when it’s ripping me in two.

“Who said anything about leaving me?” Arrick props my chin up to him so he can look at me again, wiping away the tears, only this time, he leans in and kisses me softly. “You think I ...