Jennifer’s POV.For the first time in a month since my husband’s mistress, Vanessa Croft, moved into the Kennedy Mansion, he stood outside my bedroom door.Wondering why I allowed another woman in my home?Well, Deric declared our marriage an open one the night before our wedding, and I had no choice but to agree. Even so, I never once cheated on him.I turned sharply on the bed, backing the door. My heart stupidly convinced itself that he’d finally missed me, missed how good I fuck him, or maybe he just wanted an explanation for the cold silence I’d worn ever since Vanessa moved into the mansion and even took over the master bedroom.The door opened, and I heard his footsteps as he walked in.“Jennifer.”He paused, obviously waiting for a response, but I didn’t respond nor turn around. I stayed where I was, clinging to the foolish hope that he’d come to me, pull me into his arms, kiss me, fuck the ache out of me. God knew how badly I needed sex. Every night Vanessa’s moans drifted th
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