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156 - I MISS MY WIFE

Author: Krystal Key
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-26 16:43:32

Aiden's POV

I was already halfway across the parking lot, fumbling for my keys, when I heard her voice—low, smoky, familiar in the way only danger could be.

“Aiden.”

I stopped. My spine straightened, jaw clenched.

The scent hit me first. Jasmine and sin. Then her silhouette came into view—Bianca, in all her sultry glory, leaning against the curve of a black Alfa Romeo like she was part of the paint job. Her dress clung to her body like it had been poured on—scarlet red, thigh-high slit, neckline plunging like she wanted to start a war. Her heels clicked softly against the pavement as she walked toward me, hips swaying with deliberate temptation.

She looked like every mistake I ever made wrapped up in a bow.

“I’d been hearing Lorenzo was back in town,” she purred, lips curling into a wicked smile. “I didn’t think it was true until now. You’ve—grown.”

Her fingers reached up toward my face, slow and teasing like she wanted to trace the man I’d become.

I caught her hand midair. My grip wa
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