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010: She hasn't earned it

Author: Marvel
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-06 20:28:32
~~PEYTON~~

It makes perfect sense that he'd spin it that way to his family, to his friends, to anyone who'd listen. It justified his distance, his coldness, and now, his open-door policy with Kira.

It wasn't about me holding him back; it was about him making sure everyone knew he was a martyr.

And me? I was just the greedy wife.

This conversation needs to end. I need air. I need space. Most of all, I need to stop looking at him, stop feeling the unsettling heat radiating from his almost naked body.

"So, that's it?" I ask, trying to mask the pain in my voice. "That's your grand explanation? You just... assumed? And decided to, what, help me with my 'excitement'?"

"Something like that. You looked like you needed saving, Peyton. And a little fun never hurt anyone."

His eyes drop to my mouth, then back up, lingering. "Especially when you're already in a free-for-all marriage."

The audacity. My cheeks burn, but it's no longer just humiliation. It's a furious heat that thrums
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