SIMON’S POV“Are you sure that you won’t come in with me, Simon?”“Hmmm,” I replied, not even sparing her a glance.Bree sighed, the sound heavy with disappointment, before pushing the car door open. “I’ll be back soon,” she said, stepping out.The door shut, and just like that, I was alone.Finally.Bree had been going on and on about this designer for days now. Weeks, even. AKINA this, AKINA that, like the woman was some kind of goddess descended from the heavens to stitch lace and silk together.Sure, her pieces were exquisite. I had seen the pictures. Anyone with eyes could tell that much.But what I hated was this.This act.The way Bree moved, the way she spoke, the way she smiled like we were some normal couple in love, casually out here picking a wedding dress.Like this was something real.She could delude herself all she wanted. I had the money, I could buy her whatever she wanted, drown her in diamonds and silk if that was what it took to keep the peace.But I refused to be
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