MARTHA POV
I left the bistro before I strangled him.
Not Pete.
Pete had escaped. Even if he was second in my hit list.
Caelin though? Golden medal! First place! the absolute winner.
Definitely I was going to strangle him and end up in jail.
WHo the f**k did he think he was?!
The man had appeared out of nowhere, claimed I was his future wife in front of another attorney, announced himself as the love of my life and somehow looked even pleased afterward.
Pleased.
Like he'd just won a chess international championship.
I made it three blocks before his words caught up with me.
‘I am the love of your life.’
My pace faltered.
Then immediately picked back up.
Nope.
Absolutely not.
The man was hot, I could admit that much. Hell, gorgeous even, when he wasn't acting like a future
