Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 63

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Chapter 63

“You heard me, Cassidy,” Ashton snarled.

“Divorce that cheater.”

His face was flushed, fury carved into every rigid line of his expression. Cassie barely had time to register his sudden appearance–he was like a ghost, materializing out of nowhere, bringing chaos with

him.

“Let me go, Ashton,” she snapped, irritation cutting through her shock. “We’re in the hallway.”

She shoved at him again, but before she could try a second time, something shifted in his eyes. Awareness flickered. Realization struck.

“Give me your card.”

He didn’t wait for her answer. In one swift motion, he yanked her bag from her shoulder, rifling through it until his fingers closed around the keycard. His other hand clamped around her wrist.

“Ashton-!”

Too late.

The door unlocked with a sharp beep. He hauled her inside and slammed it shut behind them, the solid click echoing in the room like a warning.

“Now,” he said coldly as he turned to face her, “we’re not in the hallway.”

He guided her toward the couch and forced her down–not roughly, but with unmistakable authority- then stood over her, chest rising and falling heavily.

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“Tomorrow,” he said, his voice low and trembling with rage, “you start the divorce process with Zandrie Wallace. You cannot stay married to a man who cheats on you.”

Cassie stared at him, still trying to catch up–to his sudden presence, to the heat of his anger, to the dangerous intensity burning in his eyes. She couldn’t understand why he was this furious. This unrestrained.

But Mirriam’s name hovered between them, unspoken and toxic.

Slowly, Cassie straightened, lifting her chin in quiet defiance.

“You should be saying all of this to Mirriam,” she replied coolly, anger finally catching up to shock.

“Not harassing me like this, Mr. Pierce.” Her eyes hardened.

“I’m not the one who can control my husband’s impulses,” she continued sharply.

“If Mirriam throws herself at him, that’s on her–not me.”

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The silence that followed was charged, electric. Ashton looked like he was barely holding himself

together.

“Are you serious, Cassidy?” he demanded incredulously, staring at her as if he didn’t recognize her.

“You’re fine with your husband sleeping with your own sister?”

Cassie shrugged, her expression maddeningly calm.

“Men will always be men. You know that better than I do, Mr. Pierce. As I said, I can’t control my husband’s impulses.” Her lips curved faintly.

“It’s the woman’s responsibility to preserve her dignity.”

“Are you even hearing yourself?” Ashton said, disbelief flooding his voice.

“You should talk to Mirriam if you’re jealous,” Cassie shot back.

“Deal with her–while I deal with my husband.”

She stood, intent on putting distance between them. Ashton’s nearness was suffocating, his presence too intense, too familiar. Too dangerous.

And the fact that he was this affected by her situation unsettled her far more than she cared to admit.

“Jealous?” Ashton snapped. “This goes far beyond jealousy, Cassie. This is about your husband cheating on you.”

Before she could step away, he caught her arm and yanked her back toward him.

“Ashton!” she cried out as her footing slipped, panic flaring when she thought she might crash face–first

onto the floor.

But the fall never came.

Instead, Ashton’s arm slid around her slim waist, pulling her hard against his broad chest. The sudden closeness stole the breath from her lungs.

And that was when the real problem began.

Her senses betrayed her instantly. His familiar, masculine scent flooded her, unraveling her composure in a way she despised. The heat radiating from him seeped through her clothes, making her dizzy, breathless. Her heart thundered so loudly she was certain he could feel it pounding against him.

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