With trembling hands I took my clothes from the shelf in his dressing room and stuffed it into my bag feeling tears well up in my eyes. My heart felt like it was fluttering instead of beating and I found it increasingly hard to breath with my chest in a vice grip of pain and anger. I heard the bedroom door open and I placed my bag at the entrance to the room as I walked out to meet my stupidly sexy and insanely infuriating mate. Perhaps he had some explanation that makes sense in some way, I thought to myself as I gathered strength to confront him.
“What the f**k is this Phoenix!” his harsh tone reverberated straight into my chest making me feel ill. He had thrown a brown envelope on the bed allowing its contents to spill out onto the cream linen. As I approached I noticed photos of mysel
