JOANNE

Martin set me down on my feet, and the moment my soles touched the cold marble floor, my knees almost buckled right under me. I would have collapsed into a heap if he hadn't caught my arm quickly.

A wicked, triumphant smirk stretched across the corner of his mouth as he looked down at me. He looked wildly smug and utterly satisfied with what he had just done to his son's wife. Without a word, he reached out, caught my jaw tightly in his palm, and tilted my head up so I had no choice but to look straight into his sharp gray eyes.

"So spent already, huh?" he...