Union of Sin

He’ll do anything to protect her. Even if it means letting her go.

Vault of Sin
, Book 2

Tate Jackson made a big mistake. No, a monumental one. He picked the wrong place to introduce his wife, Cassie, to the alluring lifestyle they’d fantasized about.

Instinct told him to get her out of the poor excuse for a sex club—but he didn’t. And she was assaulted because of his carelessness. He’ll do anything to protect her from another traumatic experience, even if it means making the agonizing choice to convince his wife he no longer loves her.

Cassie’s not buying it. In fact, Tate is the last person she blames for that horrific night. She’s willing to give him the space he thinks he needs to get his head straight, but when divorce papers arrive, she realizes she’s out of time.

She has twenty-eight days to figure out why Tate is ruining a perfect marriage. Twenty-eight days to figure out what he’s hiding. But when she learns the truth, she has to decide if her heart can take the strain of piecing their love back together.

Warning: Dirty tactics, dirtier sex, ropes, masks, guilty consciences, and love stretched so far, no one escapes unchanged. Not even you, dear reader.

Union of Sin

Eden Summers

Dedication

To Amber Bardan, for helping me tweak the storyline during the writing process. Your feedback is invaluable. To my editor, Heidi Moore, for tweaking it even more and helping to transform the story into something I was proud of.

To my personal assistant, Tracy Arnett, for being efficient and supportive beyond belief. I’m not sure what I’d do without you.

To the readers who continue to support my books. Your emails, tweets and messages mean the world to me.

And to my husband and kids. Yes, I’m always on the computer. Yes, I’m either crazy with excitement or stressed to the eyeballs, but you always support me no matter what my mood. I love you all more than words will ever express. Thank you for letting me live my dream.

Chapter One

T.J. sat in his car, transfixed with a sight so familiar it brought a piercing ache to his sternum—his wife. Cassie’s blonde hair gleamed from the early morning kiss of the sun. Her full-length dress clung to her every curve. With one glimpse, she made everything else cease to exist. It was only him and her. The two of them. No road too long or river too wide to stop him from claiming her.

At least that’s how it had been…before he’d left. Now the few meters separating them, from his car to her position at the neighborhood park swing set, was as vast as the Atlantic.

This morning was his final farewell. His silent thank you to the heavens for giving him the few years of paradise he’d shared with this beautiful woman. Their time together was nothing short of a fairy tale—love at first sight, wedded bliss and the promise of a perfect future.

But they’d never received their happily ever after. He’d fucked up. Not once, many times. He just hadn’t realized the extent until it was too late. Until he was separated from her, away from the mesmerizing spell of her love.

He’d almost destroyed this woman. He still could if he hung around.

Neither of them had seen it coming. They’d been consumed by happiness. The drug of euphoria had blinded them from reality.

Not anymore.

T.J. watched as Cassie guided her niece from the swing set and they began to walk from the playground hand in hand. Essentially, he was stalking her. He knew she took the little girl to the park every second Saturday morning. He also knew as soon as she returned the child to her mother, she would walk the two blocks to T.J.’s home.

Their home
.

He followed her, inching the car forward with each of her steps. He made sure to lurk behind the street corners until she was out of sight before he’d move farther. When Cassie reached the road to their house, his stomach hollowed. A car was waiting in their driveway. A car he’d arranged to be there.

Her footsteps faltered as she approached, and when a man dressed in a tailored black suit slid from the car, she stopped abruptly. There was an exchange of words, but T.J. was too far away to read lips. He didn’t need to though. The envelope in the guy’s hand said it all. The resulting anguish on his wife’s stunning face cemented what had just happened.

The divorce papers were now firmly in her grasp. He couldn’t help inching forward, taking her suffering head-on. He deserved her pain. Her spite. He wanted to feel it. To suffer as much as possible.

She wouldn’t realize this was necessary. She probably never would. And that was okay. He could live with the responsibility. He already had for months.

The black Mercedes reversed from his driveway, pulled onto the road and disappeared into the distance. All T.J. could do was stare. And suck in the pain he could see ebbing from his wife in tidal waves. She was shaking, clasping the envelope tightly, her gaze fixed on the green grass at her feet.

He inched the car forward, consoling himself with her proximity. She was so close. He could almost feel the delicate strands of her hair through his fingers. Could almost smell the perfume he’d bought her for their last wedding anniversary.

He’d kill to touch her again. To soothe the sorrow from her eyes with his kiss. With his passion.

But that would never happen. Not once. Not ever.

He focused over her shoulder, needing a distraction, and settled his gaze on the home they’d built with their bare hands. From the foundation to the curtains, the landscaping to the damn mailbox. All of it had been created with hard work, determination and love. Lots of love.

Cheesy, yes, but it had been one of those moments in life where he’d thought he’d actually achieved greatness. He’d had a wife he adored, a brand-new home to shelter the family they planned to create, and their German shepherd, Bear, to complete the package.

It seemed like yesterday they were arguing about the color to paint the internal walls. He’d remained adamant about his choice up until the moment they’d begun the arduous chore. Then, like always, the gorgeous smile Cassie had greeted him with as he’d opened the paint tin had made her crappy selection worthwhile.

That smile undid him. Or it had. It felt like years had passed since she’d dazzled him with her happiness. A day without her resembled an eternity. So the pain of the months spent separated couldn’t be described.

He missed sweeping her off her feet—physically and emotionally. He missed the way she squealed when he tickled her ankles. Most of all, he missed feeling the softness of her curves against his body as he fell asleep.

He’d never get back to that place.

What they had was gone. Dead and buried. He’d killed all hope for a future. He’d wasted her time and ruined her life. He couldn’t do it anymore. It had to stop.

He slammed his palms against the steering wheel and squeezed his eyes shut to fight the burn. Soon it would be over. Their court appearance was in less than a month. The documents in her hand explained all the assets he was giving her—the car, the house, their dog. She would continue to be financially stable if she retained her job. She would be safe and secure. And maybe, one day, happy.

The next twenty-seven days were going to kill him though. Every other day afterward too. But they could both start over after the heartache eased. Cassie could focus on working up the ranks in her hotel administration position. Maybe she’d find a new man. Someone else to love her. To hold her. To see those achingly brilliant smiles and wipe away her tears.

“
Shit
.” He needed to get out of here before he crumpled completely.

He opened his eyes, blinked to clear his vision and stared at the flawless woman as she squinted directly at his car.
Oh, fuck.

The envelope dropped to the ground as her hands fell to her sides. She stood there, lower lip trembling, chest convulsing, as her misery hit him tenfold.

“
Divorce papers
?” Her voice cracked as she yelled at him.

Jesus.
He’d pushed her too far. Cassie was quiet, composed and polite, at least for every other day of their marriage. Right now, she was causing a scene, alerting their nosy neighbors to her imminent breakdown.

He shouldn’t have come. He should’ve gone to Shot of Sin, drowned in a bottle of something expensive and relied on Leo and Brute to get him home. Instead, he was cutting the ignition and sliding from the car, unable to stand her misery.

He strode for her, determined to explain that life would be better this way. It had to be better.
She
had to be better. He couldn’t exist if she wasn’t.

“You’re a coward, Tate Jackson.” She didn’t move, didn’t budge as her lips trembled. “A weak, pathetic coward who can’t even spare his wife the dignity of telling her he wants a divorce. You had to get some stranger to inform me.”

He increased his pace up the drive. “Lower your voice.”

Her eyes widened, her mouth parted slightly. Then she slowly raised her chin. “
No
.” Her voice was a breath. “That tone has no effect on me anymore. Those papers make it so.” She waved a hand in the direction of the envelope on the grass. “How could you?”

He stopped in front of her, rested his hand against her upper arm and tried to lead her inside, away from prying eyes.

“Don’t you dare.” She slid away from him, her gentle features contorting into a glare. She’d never looked at him like this before. It was foreign. Hard to take.

He would give his soul to drag her forward into his chest and comfort her in his arms until the harsh reality faded. He missed her. God, how he missed her. Her scent lingered in the air, tempting his restraint. And those lips… He released a huff of frustration. The way she kissed would never be comparable. Her loving heart would forever be a part of him.

Cassie sucked in a breath, straightened her shoulders and met his gaze head-on. “Don’t do this to us, T.J.” Her light blue eyes pleaded more than her words ever could. “
Please.
I still love you. I’ll
always
love you.”

He was thankful for the rapid scampering of nails against cement, then the loud bark of Bear as he voiced his greeting from the side gate. They remained silent through the echoing noise, his focus unable to leave her face. Time stopped, and the understanding of why he was doing this became blurry.

She was still the most mesmerizing woman he’d ever seen. The dress she wore clung to all her delicious curves, outlining breasts and hips that had tormented his dreams. The nipples beading against the thin cotton made his mouth dry, and he wished like hell he hadn’t noticed. But it was her eyes, the sky-blue depths welling with unshed tears that tore him apart.

“T.J.” Her voice barely registered over the throbbing in his ears. Her hand came up between them, her palm creeping toward his chest.

He stepped back, sensing the burn her contact would ignite. Her delicate touch would undo him. It would send him spiraling with a one-way ticket to the courthouse to cancel the divorce proceedings.

She was his heart. The one woman who brought out his darkest desires and forged a sexual appetite he couldn’t ignore. She allowed him the freedom to become the man he always wanted to be, yet at the same time made him wish he was someone else entirely. Someone better. Someone worthy of a woman so forgiving and sweet.

She dropped her hand slowly to her side and Bear quietened.

Her gaze lowered, her light lashes fluttering down toward her blushed cheeks. “I can’t live without you, Tate.”

Fucking hell.
She was gutting him, slicing open his chest and letting his insides fall to the ground. How could he walk away? How could he leave her, knowing this time he’d never return?

“It’s for the best,” he lied.

For Cassie, it would be the truth, but from this moment on, he’d forever be less of a man for losing this woman from his life.

Cassie held her breath, agonizing over the resolution in her husband’s tight features. He was adamant. Confident in his decision. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why.

She pressed her lips together, vowing not to shed another tear, at least not in front of him.
Goddamnit
. She wanted to shake him. To slap him out of whatever spell he was under and make him remember the happiness they’d once shared. She’d been content. Their honeymoon phase had never faded. It had only morphed into a deeper connection where T.J. had showed her a whole new side of herself.

He awakened her to life. To love. To pleasure. And although it had hurt when he’d packed his bags and told her he needed time apart, she’d known, without doubt, that their commitment to one another couldn’t be extinguished by a few months’ separation.

Love like theirs was a gift. One she couldn’t go without.

“The divorce can’t be legal. I won’t agree to it.”

“I don’t need your consent, Cass, the court date has already been set.”

“That’s impossible.” The blood drained from her face, making her dizzy. She shook her head, in disbelief or defiance, she wasn’t sure. There was no way their separation fulfilled the legal requirements for what he was doing. “You moved out six months ago. I’m sure we need to be apart for twelve before you can file for divorce.”

His gaze softened, his brown eyes filling with pity. “I stopped sleeping in your bed a year ago. That’s enough for the courts.”

Her heart stopped, and pain ricocheted through her ribs, growing with intensity. She pressed a hand to her chest, trying to alleviate the agony that wouldn’t lessen. It continued to evolve, moving to her limbs, weakening her knees.

“Why?” The word skittered from her trembling lips.

The answer was clear without him having to voice it. His warped sense of masculine protection had taken its toll, leaving him a slave to the guilt he had no right to feel.

“Is this still about that stupid club?” The one fateful night where their excitement to experiment had gone too far.

“This is about me.” His tone was low. Unwavering. “Nobody else.”

“Liar.” She knew the truth. They’d had one bad experience. One testing, heartbreaking experience, and now he was ready to quit. “You still haven’t let go of what happened.”

“You’re right.” He inclined his head. “I can’t. I never will. But the divorce is about much more than that.”

In her mind, she was screaming, clawing at the beautiful eyes she’d gazed into on her wedding day, the same ones she’d imagined would peer down at their first child with intense adoration if they were ever blessed with a baby.

“I’m sorry.” He pressed his lips tight.

Sorry?
He hadn’t even given her the opportunity to repair what was broken. He hadn’t even tried.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it.” She shook her head again, vehement this time.

Twelve months ago, he’d started sleeping on the sofa, breaking her heart with his need for space—for clarity she couldn’t give. Six months later, he’d strode from their house needing more distance.

At the time, she’d thought it was best to adhere to his wishes. His love for her was still evident in his eyes, his words, his touch. So she’d let him go, giving him what he needed. Months and months of space where she cried herself to sleep for nights on end, not once pushing him to return.

Now she wasn’t so stupid. She wouldn’t succumb to his requests again.

The pain in her chest morphed into anger, red-hot and all consuming. Every inch of her was filled with determination, every nerve thrumming with the need to win this battle.

“I’ll fight it. I’ll tell the judge we haven’t been separated that long.” Her voice rose. “I’ll do whatever necessary.”

His jaw ticked. “We both know you won’t lie under oath.”

Maybe not. He knew her too well.

“We never went to counseling. I’ll tell the court I want to try that first.” There had to be another way. A different option.

“You didn’t go, Cass, but I did.” He hung his head, hammering another nail into the coffin of their marriage.

“You went to counseling without me?” Her words barely registered. This didn’t make sense. They were perfect together. They’d shared everything from explicit sexual fantasies to their greatest fears and everything in between. His actions didn’t compute. They’d only made one wrong decision. One mistake, and now she was meant to give up on their future. There had to be more.