Marriage On The Edge. Sandra Marton
pleaded after Natalie had poured out her heart over endless cups of black coffee. “Oh, Natalie, don’t do anything too quickly. Wait. Think. Give it time.”
But she had waited, for what seemed years and years. She’d waited for her husband to look up and notice that he’d forgotten who she was, that she was at least as important as his hotels, his meetings, his money.
And then she’d looked at him in the Holcombs’s garden last night and she’d realized that the only thing Gage wanted from her anymore was what she could give him in bed.
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