Scorching Love

Every time my husband abandoned me for his first love, he transferred another property into my name. I forgave Arthur ninety-nine times. On the hundredth, he signed every page without reading, never realizing the Hamptons deed covered the documents my attorney needed to complete an uncontested divorce. Thirty days later, he broke one final promise—and I left. Arthur canceled my reservation, chased my taxi, and even hid inside a rabbit costume to win me back. But in Northport, I met a man who admitted his jealousy, respected my choices, and actually stayed. One hundred houses could not buy a hundred-and-first forgiveness.