My wedding was the happiest of my young, stupid life. The marriage? It began my utter misery as my husband stripped me down to nothing. I lost my sister, my family, my friend, and my pride, shackled by the love of two sons that weren’t even mine.
Then my own guardian angel came. He didn’t speak much but listened. The memory of my indiscretion seems like a dream now. A figment of my lonely, broken imagination as I hoped for a salvation that would never come.
Not until he appeared in my most desperate hour, waiting for my command, and I unleashed him on my enemy with a fury that I did not know I possessed.
This is the final installment of the Ungoverned Spaces Series and cannot be read as a standalone.
