Her Dirty Little Games
“Grace, you don’t have to explain anything…”
“No, I do,” I interrupted, swallowing. “Because this…” I touched his chest lightly, my fingers brushing the lines of muscle,“was the first time I’ve felt something that didn’t hurt in a long time.”
His brows softened but he didn’t speak.
I inhaled shakily. “My husband,” I said. “He’s been cheating on me.”
Ethan’s jaw tightened instantly. “How long?” he asked quietly.
“I don’t even know,” I whispered. “I only found out recently. I heard her voice on the phone.”