Tara Weston had loved Adrian Calloway for six years, willingly becoming his bed partner. Six years of genuine devotion, yet she never even earned a proper title.
When he turned around to cradle his new lover with endless tenderness, Tara Weston decided to set him free, cutting him out from her heart.
But later, the man pinned her against the corner, gripping her waist, those deep eyes and brows she had fantasized about countless times pressing down fiercely as he asked:
"Why don't you love me anymore?"
