After divorce, she'd probably be with Bradley, wouldn't she?

At this thought, Tyrone was consumed by a jealousy so intense towards

Bradley that it threatened his sanity.

His gaze landed on her crimson lips. His pupils darkened, and without a moment's hesitation, he leaned in to kiss her.

Her lips, warm, pliant, and sweet, were as he remembered, ensnaring him in an addiction from which he couldn't break free.