Chapter 87

With a sharp "crack," the porcelain soup spoon hit the floor and split clean in two. Marianne's hand, resting at the table's edge, trembled violently. Her face went ghostly pale. She stared at Fraser in disbelief, her eyes wide as saucers. "What... what did you just say?" "Exactly what you heard, Mrs. Blake." Fraser shot to his feet, looking down at her with a rigid, determined gaze that sent a chill down the spine. "Bellamy is mine. If I can't have a life with her out in the open, then I'd rather go down with her. I'm never letting her go." Marianne sat frozen in her chair, stunned and dazed. After a long pause, her voice went cold. "Why? What's so special about Bellamy? What makes her worth all this?" Why Bellamy indeed? Fraser had asked himself that question a hundred times. Ever since he was a kid, he lived under a spotlight. He was used to holding all the cards. If he didn't want something, he tossed it. If he wanted it, he got it. But Bellamy? She flipped his world upside down. H