A Calculated Fall

He could pay "sorry-about-your-twenties" money without blinking. The only reason I was still wearing the ring? I'd given him a daughter.

Declan doesn't burn bridges; it's not in his wiring. Maybe that was what I'd gambled on in my previous life—his residual decency. He's polished, charismatic, and as long as he isn't cruel, I'd bet he wouldn't divorce me.

I don't hate him. I hate myself. Nothing m