Semua Bab The Masked Stripper is my Wife. : Bab 171 - Bab 175

AsherI stood between her thighs, close enough to feel her presence, close enough that my eyes kept drifting to her lips. I had to remind myself why we were here. This was about words that had been left unsaid for years, about wounds that never truly healed. I forced my attention back to the conversation we needed to have.“I am so sorry,” she said softly. Her voice was calm, almost too calm, “I should have listened to your side of the story back then. If I had, we wouldn’t be standing here today. But when I saw Sarah’s baby bump and she told me you were married, I felt completely betrayed. I didn’t want to hear anything else. I just shut you out.”As she spoke, her eyes wandered everywhere at the floor, the wall, anywhere but never once did she look at my face.I took a deep breath, the old pain rising again like it had never left. “I won’t lie to you,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended. “I hated you back then. I hated you so much after I found out you were pregnant and you s

Saturday morning I woke up to the smell of bacon.Which was weird because I didn't cook bacon. Didn't really cook anything beyond cereal and toast, honestly.I stumbled out of bed in my pajamas—ratty t-shirt and shorts that had seen better days—and followed the smell to the kitchen.Damon was at the stove. Actually cooking. Wearing jeans and a t-shirt instead of his usual suit, his hair still messy from sleep.I stopped in the doorway and just... stared."You cook?" I said.He looked up, spatula in hand. "Sometimes. When I have time.""But you have Mrs. Pat.""Mrs. Pat has weekends off." He flipped a piece of bacon. "Besides, I like cooking. It's relaxing."This was the weirdest thing. Damon Sterling. Billionaire CEO. Making bacon in a t-shirt on a Saturday morning like a normal human being."Want some?" he asked. "I made extra.""Yeah. Sure. Thanks."I sat down at the kitchen counter, still trying to process this. He plated up eggs and bacon and toast and set it in front of me."Coff

LorettaWhen I slowly opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the strong smell of antiseptic. White walls surrounded me, and machines beeped softly beside the bed. That was when it hit me, I was in the hospital. My head throbbed as the memories came rushing back. I must have passed out after I stabbed Rosie.I tried to move, but pain shot through my body, making me hiss softly. Everything hurt, but my hand hurt the most, the same hand Rosie had stabbed. I took a deep breath and carefully pushed myself into a sitting position, ignoring the sharp ache in my arm.Just then, the door to my hospital room flew open.Asher walked in, holding my favorite flowers. The moment our eyes met, relief washed over his face. He hurried to my side, leaned down, and gently kissed my forehead before placing the flowers in my hands.“How is my favorite woman in the world feeling?” he asked softly.I looked at him and smiled despite the pain. “Your favorite woman?” I repeated teasingly, my smile wid