Leslie felt as if someone stabbed him in the heart.

He kept holding her and tried to stop her from speaking or leaving him.

He’d take any moment he could with her.

…

Ella roared, “I don’t need your stupid hotel.” She tore up the ownership transfer agreement. “Get the hell out!”

Then, she said, “I don’t love you and you’re not even worth my hatred!”

Leslie looked like a lost soul when he came out of her ward. His shirt was bloodied. It was a frightening sight.

Nellie was standing right out