Page 8 of It's Always Been You

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Shock.Pain. Confusion.

These were the first emotions that hit him. What Travis wasn’t prepared for was the feeling of betrayal and anger, followed by a strong wave of possessiveness. This woman looking at him as if he were a stranger would know by the end of the day who he was to her.

“I’m your husband, Sarah.” His voice was calm.

He was irritated by the way her body jerked at his statement, and how the distrust in her eyes turned into full-scale suspicion.

“Who the hell is Sarah?”

“You. Are,” Travis bit out.

Sarah gave a scornful laugh. “You guys would stoop to just about anything.” She turned to Ms. Lopez and said, “You told them I have amnesia, and they suddenly cooked up this story?”

“You have amnesia?” Travis whispered, his mind reeling with this new revelation. This changed everything.Fuck. What if she didn’t want to come home with him?

“Don’t pretend—”

“I haven’t informed them of your memory loss,” Ms. Lopez said quietly.

Sarah suddenly looked flustered, unsure.

“This . . . this . . . doesn’t change anything,” she said in opposition to his own thoughts. “I don’t know him. He’s not my husband. I have a boyfriend.”

Travis swore a blood vessel popped in his head.

“You’re my goddamned wife!” he roared at her.

“I have a boyfriend,” Sarah repeated coolly. “A. Lover.”

Travis took an angry step forward and said, “Who? John Cooper?”

“Who the heck is John Cooper? I’m telling you, asshole, I’m not your wife. I don’t know any of the names you’ve just mentioned.”

“Jase Locke.”

At this, her eyes widened like saucers and fear veiled over her once defiant demeanor.

“What do you know about Jase?”

“He’s dead.”

“No!” Sarah whispered in horror.

“Damn it, Travis.” Nate was furious. Travis didn’t blame him, but at the moment, he was beyond caring. He wanted to hurt her the way she was hurting him.

“Who is Jase Locke?” Ms. Lopez demanded.

“John Cooper aka Jase Locke is the man who took Sarah from me,” Travis said coldly, turning his eyes on his reluctant wife. “You—are—Sarah—Blake.”

“Jase, what happened to Jase?” Sarah’s eyes were brimming with tears, inflaming his anger to an ugly breaking point.

“Outside. Both of you,” Ms. Lopez ordered him and Nate. “Now.”

“Tell me what happened to Jase!” Sarah screamed after them, her face crumpling in anguish by his one statement that her lover was dead.

“He was found dead three days ago. Murdered. That motherfucker deserved everything—”

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