Chapter 40 A Past That Refused To Stay Buried

• CHAPTER 40: A past that refused to stay buried
• Veronica paced the length of the living room like a caged feline, fury radiating off of her with every movement. After pacing for a while, she stopped and yanked off her designer heels, hurling them across the room, the jarring sound—like the sound of thunder on a sunny day. But throwing the offending heels away did not abate the flames of indignation burning inside her.
• Her pride was a raw, throbbing wound, and the name Edward had breathed—Sarah, was the salt rubbed into it.