SOLANA Steeling my resolve, I walked towards them. Zamora was taken aback. She probably thought I was going to yell and attack her. But, honestly, I didn't have the energy to do that. Roman would give me an answer to all the questions brewing in my mind once he was sober enough. But for now, I needed to take care of him because I was still his wife. So, I reached for him and pulled him away from Zamora.She stumbled, lost her footing, and fell, whining like a two-year-old. I ignored her, concentrating on helping my six-foot-something husband, made of pure masculine strength and muscle, to our room.He groaned, leaning heavily against me."Smells like my flower," he slurred, and I swallowed hard, tears pricking my eyes.No.I couldn't be weak now.With sheer willpower, I finally made it to our bed. My husband groaned, his eyelashes fluttering slightly."I'm late. Take me to my wife. Please," he murmured, and I froze halfway through reaching for his shirt."My flower will be sa
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