“Do you have to go? Hmm?” Damien asked as he watched Harriet pack her clothes. Addison and Adrian were already downstairs with their grandparents and were already packed.

“I can’t stay here forever, you know? We aren’t married anymore. It’ll be odd for me to live here.” She chuckled without looking at him, but she could feel his domineering presence behind her, the sweet smell of his perfume gracing her nostrils.

“Why would it be? We were once married, Harriett. It won’t be ...