He Saved Me, Then Destroyed MeChapter 1

On the third day of the divorce cooling-off period, I ran into my husband's car on the side of the road.

Sitting next to him was the best friend who had been trying to steal my man for five years.

"Jill Dudley, you really need to stop fighting with Jeffrey. He's been making me stay up drinking with him until dawn every night lately. Last night he even fell asleep holding me—and I wasn't wearing anything underneath."

"If things accidentally go too far, don't come after me about it. Take it up with him."

The man she pointed at immediately spoke up to explain: "Cut it out. If you hadn't suddenly put on her nightgown, would I have mistaken you for her?"

I smiled faintly and didn't respond.

I just looked at the woman in the passenger seat, my tone calm.

"Good for you. He's got a high drive. If you two aren't planning on having kids, make sure you use protection."

The moment the words left my mouth, the man's expression darkened.

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"What did you just say?"

His voice carried the weight of an oncoming storm.

A flicker of surprise crossed Laura Fox's eyes, but then she doubled over laughing.