The Cherished Wife

Peter scoffed, his face a mask of frost as he regarded Tania, who was visibly shaking with emotion. He took a deep breath, steeling himself against any feelings of pity. His piercing gaze landed on Jack. "Is Trevon the name you've given yourself? Did you name yourself for your mother?" Jack's face twitched, but he met Peter's stare and laughed softly. "I'm touched you remember my mother. She'd be at peace knowing that."

Peter's hands balled into fists. "If you chose to leave all those years ago, why come back now and take my wife?"

"Your wife?" Jack's face was ashen, but his smirk remained. "Unless I'm mistaken, you two are divorced."

Tania felt a chill at that smile. The man she had known for three years and thought she understood was actually Peter's third uncle, the man who had vanished more than two decades ago. He...

Tania fought to keep her emotions in check as she whirled to face Jack. "Why didn't you tell me your real name was Jack or that you're Peter's third uncle?"

sharp as ice as they locked with hers. "Does it really

She had put her trust in him for three years. They might not have officially married life, but they

been a struggle, alone in a strange place. She, her foster father, and the unborn Brandon had scraped by in Carvonia. That's when Jack came into the picture, having once saved her in Brookville. He pursued her and even stepped up to be Brandon's

I was Peter's wife? You've never really cared about me, have you? Not even a little bit. You just wanted to use me to get back at Peter and go

been slapped.

the part of my husband all this time?" For the first time, Fania felt like she was seeing the man she

but radio silence. You're behind that, aren't you? If you were some guy named Trevon, I'd never buyat. However, you as Jack? Hal Tania

"Tania!"

"Tania!"