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Epilogue
THAYER
Three years later…
It was my wife’s birthday today. After our last public engagement this week, I planned to take her to our private property in the Caribbean.
The sun shone overhead. Her skin glistened as she basked the beach in warmth.
I still couldn’t get enough of her after all these years of happy marriage. I still got the same reaction as if the first time I saw her every time I came home from work.
She was busy with her work as the people’s Duchess, Princess Kennedy, but she never neglected to take care of me, even during our hectic days. She still made me feel loved.
“Stop staring at me.” She was lying on the small blanket splayed on the sand only in a two-piece bikini.
A wicked grin touched my lips. “Why not? When I got the most precious prize.”
I could feel her rolling her eyes beneath the sunglasses. “Oh, my God, babe. Can’t you think of another
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