#Married #Office Romance Jerica Evans, a devoted wife and clerk at City Hall, feels her world slowly unraveling as the cracks in her once-loving marriage deepen. Her husband, Jared, a high-powered lawyer with a fierce courtroom reputation known as "The Siberian Beast," has grown distant, and his cold demeanor leaves Jerica questioning everything. Once the pillar of her life, Jared now feels like a stranger, more lighthouse than man—steady but unreachable, leaving Jerica adrift in loneliness and suspicion. When she catches him leaving work early with a mysterious woman in a red dress, her world shatters. As she balances her growing suspicion with the suspicious arrival of Harold Braddock, Jerica's former flame, the lines between loyalty, betrayal, and her own desires blur. Her once steady life spirals as her husband’s frosty demeanor and her own emotional wounds collide. As the emotional distance between her and Jared widens, Jerica must decide whether to fight for a love that seems to have slipped away—or walk away from the man who once completed her. What will she decide? What is Jared's secret? Was their marriage truly over? Has she truly stopped loving him? This is a heartstring-pulling journey of love, pride, and the devastating cost of hidden truths and unspoken desires, where one woman must decide if she’ll fight for the man she married or leave him behind to save herself. Please support the book by voting. Leave reviews and tell me what you feel in the comments.
Jerica lay beneath the soft covers, her heart still drumming a steady, fervent rhythm as her mind drifted, her skin luminous from the intimacy she had just shared with Jared.
His hand rested over her, fingers tracing slow, delicate patterns along her bare skin. Each touch felt reverent, as though he were memorizing every curve and hollow, drawing her closer to him with a possessiveness she hadn't felt in so long.
His eyes held a dark, simmering intensity, a look that spoke of both hunger and restraint, softening as he gazed down at her with something dangerously close to vulnerability.
Since she'd stepped into the gala that night, she had felt his eyes following her, tracing her form in a way that was novel for her. She thought he was made at her but he had looked at her as if she were something precious, a treasure he could barely wait to reach, his hunger barely hidden beneath the surface.