Lucien’s POV I still could not quite believe it. Ari lay beneath me, skin flushed, eyes soft and unguarded in the low lamplight. The same woman I had kissed in a dark club hallway years ago, the same woman whose laugh had haunted me through every quiet moment of my marriage, the same woman I had forced myself to stop thinking about every time Lila smiled at me across the dinner table. Now she was here with me in my bed. My wife? The word felt strange in my tongue, but not wrong. Lila had figured it out eventually. Not the full extent, never the full extent, but enough. One night, after too much wine, she had looked at me with tired eyes and asked if I ever regretted choosing her. I had lied, of course, but I said some righ
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