In the end, her coat slipped from her shoulders, tumbling onto the cold floor.
Before she could react, her wrist was seized, and she was dragged forcefully into the adjoining room.
The interior made her momentarily forget the searing pain in her wrist. Aside from a few extra storage boxes stacked near the corner, the layout remained completely unchanged.
The framed photographs still hung in their familiar places. The grand piano still occupied the center of the room, though the romantic floral arrangement that once sat by the floor-to-ceiling window was gone.
Watching her shrink back toward the piano, he shoved her hard against its polished wood frame.
On the floor, the cracked glass of a shattered wedding photo stung her eyes. A bitter, mocking smile touched her lips. "What? Now that you have a fiancée, no other woman is allowed inside your master bedroom? So you drag me into a room meant for storage instead?"
