Fair_Child

When her meticulously crafted marriage to Elijah Rossi shatters on her wedding night with a brutal revelation: "There is no us, Imogen. There never was." 
Imogen is abandoned by her husband and further faces an even crueler twist when her husband refuses a divorce.

With the arrival of Isaac Rossi, Elijah's revenge-driven half brother, Imogen strikes a clandestine deal with her brother-in-law to navigate a dangerous game of deceit, seeking to outmaneuver her indifferent husband. As loyalties are tested, Imogen must decide which brother is right for her. The one she was made for or the one she burns for.

The bride that never was

Isaac cleared his throat and pulled a cigarette from his coat pocket. I watched him strike the match against the box and bring the flame to the end, the glow catching the edge of his tired face.

"You smoke now?" I asked, keeping my voice light even though my stomach had twisted into something tight and sore.

He looked up, blowing smoke from the side of his mouth. "Picked up a few new habits."

I gave a soft, humorless laugh. "I guess we both did."

We stood there, the smoke curling between us. The moment stretched, heavy with too much history and not enough air.

"Well," I said, smoothing my hand down my skirt. "It's been nice talking to you, Isaac. I should get going."

He pulled the cigarette from his lips and looked at me, that sharp gaze of his suddenly alert. "Wait. Let me take you out. Lunch. Just lunch."

Old things