I had spent three years wondering what it would take for my husband to choose me.Tonight, I finally found out.And I almost wished I hadn't.My wrists were tied so tightly behind my back that my fingers had gone numb. Blood had dried at the corner of my mouth. The warehouse stank of rust and gasoline.Across the concrete, Victoria Laurent was crying.Beautiful tears. Perfect tears. Not one of them had touched her mascara.I knew her too well to believe them.A gun was pressed to her temple, yet she looked at Adrian as if the rest of the world had stopped existing. As if he had always belonged to her.Maybe he had. Maybe I was the only fool who never accepted it.The warehouse door opened, and Adrian walked in.My husband wore a black suit torn at the shoulder, blood running down his temple. For the first time in three years, Adrian Blackwood, the cold, untouchable billionaire, looked afraid.Not for himself.I knew exactly who he was afraid for.It wasn't me.He stood between us, loo
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