“Linda, who else could I possibly care about if not you?”

Jim’s voice was hoarse and low, shaking Clarie so much she staggered slightly.

With a forceful elbow, he pinned me between the wall and his chest the next second. He lifted my chin with one hand, his deep eyes now full of affection. If not for the sharp ache in my chest, I might have truly believed that my decision seven years ago wasn’t a mistake. That Jim had always been the kind of man who loved deeply and faithfully.

But sadly, it was all just fleeting illusions.

I wasn’t sure if Jim had noticed Clarie behind him, but...