The Counterfeit Wife

Daphne

The humiliation from Kaelen's wing was still a raw, open wound in my chest as I drove toward the city. My skin felt tight, my nerves frayed, and the only thing that could dull the edge was the kind of attention Kaelen refused to give me. I didn't want romance. I didn't want flowers. I wanted to feel powerful again, and I knew exactly where to find the man who looked at me like I was a prize