#Chapter 360: Froze Up

Abby “Ahh… My feet are so sore,” Daisy whines as we enter our private chambers. She wanders over to one of the large, plush couches and flops down with a satisfied sigh. “Your feet hurt, but your heart is soaring, isn’t it?” Anton teases. “What a successful party, eh?” I almost laugh out loud at that comment. Little do my friends know that while they were having a wonderful time in their element back in the kitchen, I was on an emotional roller coaster, caught between a prince and my ex-husband. The sight of the study torn to shreds still haunts me; even now, hours later. My wolf still won’t believe that Karl did all of that, and I don’t want to believe it either. But it’s not easy to deny it, either. Karl has never had a violent streak, but he has had an unpredictability streak. Hell, he divorced me on a whim over a fake cheating scandal. Who’s to say that last night, during his desperation surrounding our breakup and Damon’s obvious feelings for me, he didn’t break