Aspen

DAY SIXTEEN

I seriously did not know what I felt as I stood in the restaurant watching as Killian sat down with another woman. Anger? Annoyance? Disgust? I was not supposed to care. He was not my actual husband. We were not in any way lovers and I hated him with everything in me. I despised Killian.

The lady with him looked very excited and with the first glance, one could tell that she was interested in him. She kept trailing her red nails down his arm and Killian did not say ...